Fireflies take to the skies

At this time of year.

Sitting beside you,

Looking at the blinking lights.

Wishing perhaps,

We could have our childhood back

At this time of year.

But you don't see them,

Those blinking lights,

Though they still delight.

Celebrating,

When you were born.

Sitting here,

Knowing you are gone,

At this time of year.