Fireflies

Oh Momma. There were so many fireflies in the late dusk tonite. They were back against the treeline ... and floating in the air above your resting place.

Oh how we would have talked about them.

Fireflies.

So simple and so lovely.

And such a gift.

In many ways your gift Momma.

God's gift to me through you Momma.

You introduced me to fireflies.

And today you show me still their beauty, their effervescent glows, their fragile loveliness.

Oh Momma

Oh God

I love you both

I love you

And I thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Oh but how I miss you so so so so so much Momma

Charles Delacroix
Sunday 11 in OT