My Dad's favorite nighttime activity was watching us catch lightening bugs and playing.
"Thinking of You Daddy"
Remember chasing lightening bugs when we were small?
We'd keep a jar and catch everyone we saw.
Daddy would cut the slits for us in top of the jars,
We had to catch them in the yard...we couldn't go to far.
We would put a little bit of grass inside the jar for
them to eat,
Though I'm sure...they didn't eat it, we thought we were
giving them a treat.
Then we'd watch them twinkle for a while, until we'd get
too tired.
Daddy would talk us into setting them free...he told us they
would catch on fire.
Then I got to watch my sons run around the yard...catching all they could,
I watched their eyes light up every time they'd catch one and I told them they'd done good.
Then I understood why Daddy loved to watch us play,
The joy and excitement of the children each and every day.
I guess it's a memory that grows with each generation,
Each child has their own thoughts and imagination.
I guess Daddy always knew all this and cherished those tender
years as we grew,
I hope there's fireflies in heaven Daddy...I always knew
you loved catching them too.
Pamela Jayne Hahn
January 16th 2004
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