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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3786 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Fireflies James Miller I see my life as lightning bugs, a sparkle in the night. I see myself as children's hands, who can't quite catch them right I grasp at glimmers, dance in place and gather up the sparks; my eyes peer into close cupped hands a smile in the dark I hold my treasures dear to me, and laugh to see them glow; The sparks, my friends, I learn to trust they’ll leave me crying though. Small fingers open quietly to grant a better look; to widened eyes, a kid’s surprise the crack was all it took. A light escapes and leaves me there my home broken apart; another, as I watch the first, my torn and broken heart. A loss, a friend, and once again as one by one they go. At last, through tears, I glance back down; my palms are empty though. They’re roughened and they’re older now. The child’s tears are dry. The man stands up and reaches out to catch a firefly. |
