Little Stars

As fireflies spark the sky, I think about my father. When I was young, and he was alive, we’d sit on the patio and watch fireflies fill the darkness. We talked well into the night, talks about little things that meant so much. Back then. Now, after a long day at work, I go back to a place where I pay room and board. I’m on my own, alone at nightfall as tiny lights flicker in front of me, and dance. I feel a sense of stillness, while shedding my years. For a moment, I’m a child again. stepping into void visions seen by eyes grown young little stars live on July 17, 2022 Like a Child Poetry Contest