Little Firefly

A (cheesy) little poem I wrote one very hot night sitting outside in my Brooklyn backyard.


Little firefly,

What are you doing here?

Don’t you belong

in open fields

by sliding streams

under uninterrupted skies?

Little firefly,

What are you doing here?

You don’t belong

in this stifling air

in this viney valley

in my Brooklyn backyard!

Little firefly,

What keeps you here?

Have you gotten confused

by window lights

by the voices that drift

in my Brooklyn backyard?

Little firefly,

I’m glad you’re here.

You remind me

that I, too, can live here

that I, too, can shine here

in and out of my Brooklyn backyard.

2 thoughts on “Little Firefly

  1. Francy,

    I love it! You have so many talents…now I know poetry is another one!:) I like the last few lines in particular. A comforting reminder to those of us who are Christians, living far away from family, etc that we can shine here! Awesome!:)

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