First we would wear ourselves out playing hide-and-seek in the dark.
Then, we would get a Ball jar with a lid from Mom so we could catch fireflies -- only back then, we called them lightning bugs.
They were such gentle little creatures and I was always awed, as I watched them light up my magical flashing nightlight.
I couldn't help but honor them with a poem.
To A Baby Fireflyby CJ Heck
Little baby firefly,
when your night is through,
does your mother tuck you in
and tell you she loves you?
Does she kiss your forehead
and say in morning's light ...
"Day-day little sleepyhead,
close your eyes, put out your light."
("To a Baby Firefly" from the book, "Barking Spiders 2 (sequel)", by CJ Heck)
“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck