fireflies
in my glass jar
you do not `luminate
for me no more.
,
we’ve been friends
of the lonely night
you speckled the dark
with wondrous light
,
I kept you safe
in my glass jar
from the lonely night
So I may wish
upon tiny stars
,
fireflies
my little stars
why won’t you `luminate
for your friend no more.
awwww… this was cute… til I realized the kid probably killed the poor little buggers.. lol
I’m not sure if this poem is about small child’s experience with death, or the necessity of air holes at the top of a jar. :s