NO FIRE FLIES HERE

“Fire flies, who lighted your lamps for you?”

It was in a song I sung in grade  school

way back when I was small and shy.

Recently, the words flickered in my mind

as something triggered a memory.

 

Catching fireflies in clear glass jars

was what we did in some summer evenings.

 

Later in less agile times

I still remembered the lines of that song

and remembered running in the dark

when the days were long.

Whenever I saw those fire flies

I went back in time.

 

Now, where I live I don’t see them anymore.

I had forgotten that I had forgotten them.

Until now.

 

Now I remember.

 

And now

even though my darkness is deprived

I can recall old times and I can still sing

Twinkle, twinkle little star”.

 

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