Firefly's In June

The sweet smell of babyskin and Ivory soap waft up from my nightie.Feel the warm red dirt of June underneath my tiny toes,who knows what the night holds.Watching the sun go down with anticipation,as my mother gives little hands a jar with elation. I will capture many a firefly,those wonderful little gems in the dark sky. Honeysuckle smell all around,as the warm June breeze makes a low sound.These memories sustain me,the wonders of a magical night could be. Childhood dreams of long ago,bring a gentle smile to my lips,as i recall all the gems i put in my jar.