Fireflies blink in the dark
Lighting our path from shadow.
Each twitch sends up a spark.
Shining through with a piercing sharpness,
They beckon us to play
Humming on this summer day.

Little fireflies are forlorn and lost
Even though they carry light.
To the side they have been tossed
So they shine through the night,
And bring joy through pain,
And smile in rain.

Little firefly "come home"
The father calls her.
The world is difficult to roam
Though it seems unfair.
But a child,
Sweet and mild.

They smile though life is cruel
We are but fireflies
Twisting in life's duel.
We must stand with ironsides.
And drift through life Though all the strife.

For Alanna Gallagher 6-12-07 to 7-1-13
By Emily Slaton
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted" Matthew 5:4