Fireflies in my youth

   Soft whispers echo on the
night air. Laughter, giggles rolling
thunder upon the earth.

  Children running. Climbing.
Hurling bodies in sparkling, firefly
breeze.

   Open a hand to see a small glimmer.

   Oh how sweet smiles wave deep inside.
A tiny voice vibrates throughout.

   Oh I remember, I see. The memories
tickle my mind. I shiver with
decandant peels of joy.

   Oh to swing arms, squeeze tight.
Hmm deep breaths, I call to self.
Aware of the radiant moonlight and
happiness.

   Oh hold tight to the sweetest, softest
memory of youth.

   Fireflies. Dandylions. Rolling, running
in fields.

   Mmm. I hug you once again.

     Miss you sis.