Iowa fireflies
dance with stars
against the black backdrop
of eternity.
Once trapped
within a glass jar
their magic dims
like childhood dreams
whimsical
wistful
gone.
Iowa fireflies
dance with stars
against the black backdrop
of eternity.
Once trapped
within a glass jar
their magic dims
like childhood dreams
whimsical
wistful
gone.
lillian the home poet 
Hi Lillian,
Fireflies do embody that ethereal magical quality necessary to kiddom.
This is a lovely piece – the comparison of two natural glowing wonders
am:)
hope you’re surviving the plumbing situation
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Many thanks. Glad you like it. Our children loved fireflies! Plumbing? Well…..tomorrow they cut out the old ones and put in the new ones…..water still off from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday through Friday, all of this week — don’t know about next week. We’ll go to a museum tomorrow 🙂
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You’re welcome, Liilian.
Yes, we used to catch fireflies all the time 🙂
Good luck with the building repairs – hopefully it’s not to painful a process. You’re already making lemonade outta wet lemons 😉 Enjoy the museum. I don’t know about your weather, but here in the Hudson Valley – we’ve got an exquisite day!
am:)
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😦 I want them to live forever.
Nice job!
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Thanks!! Me too – such magical things: fireflies and childhood dreams 🙂
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“their magic dims like childhood dreams….” I love this line….
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Color me happy = smiling at your reply. 😊
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26 of the prettiest words I’ve ever heard combined.
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Really really appreciate your comment here. I also really like this one.
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