Putting Pen to Paper

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Donna is hosting the "Wednesday Poetry Corner" meme.

Since I posted this poem yesterday, I'm going to link to the poetry meme.



Nearly a year ago now, mom left the confines of this Earth. She traded in the infirmities of a body wracked, for more than fifty years, by arthritic crippling and pain. We could not wish her back since we know she is now complete and whole once again.


Mom often sat down and held a pencil or pen between badly misshapen fingers to put words on paper. She had a gift. A gift of words which she shared with us. Dad has had all these words put into a book for each of us to keep.

I thought from time to time I'd share some of her words with you. Today is one such day.

Tell Me, Firefly

Oh little firefly,
Where do you go
When the world gets ready
For winter and snow?

It's only September,
But I don't see your light.
I miss your flashing lantern
In my garden at night.

Did your lamp quit burning?
Are you hiding someplace?
Or maybe you decided
To fly off into space?

Will it be you or your children
Who will brightly appear
After winter is over
And summer is here?

Please tell me your secret --
Oh -- where do you go
When the world gets ready
for winter and snow?

By: Beulah Mae Butcher Heavilin

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