And I was young.

I didn’t know how to be a mom.

So, you slept and I snuck into your room.

I gathered your sleeping body into my arms and brought you to our porch.

In those chairs we rocked and watched the fireflies light up the night.

The years never die.

Now, that love is carried to another generation.

I awake their little bodies, whispering in the ears the promise of bugs lighting up the night.

The promise of magic.

How is it that beautiful moments can so easily repeat?

I am grateful that this madness has spun round and round.

I don’t know what the future holds. I have given up any semblance of control.

But here in this night, I find courage in the long, long road.

I know we will live forever under this sky,