If Memories Were Fireflies


Girl-child, sun freckled, and blonde

you grew smaller year by year

my lap is too big for you

Girl-child is a woman engaged now

and memories are not fireflies

housed in jars on summer nights

or else I’d have a collection

of endless summers


*photo: Mother Nature Network

Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

16 thoughts on “If Memories Were Fireflies

  1. I really loved the way you blended your imaginative expression with the goodness of your thought that was in perfect harmony with your skillful usage of words! You truly are a world-class wordsmith.

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