I remember when you met a firefly 

for the first time. 

The glow convinced you 

to trust and follow it, 

not knowing it will dart 

right out of your grasp. 

I remember you chasing

the dirty water that sprayed 

out of our hose with a need 

as if you were dying of dehydration. 

I remember you sitting 

like a posh British woman 

right beside my feet, both of us hiding 

from the sun under the shade 

of a quaint tree. 

I remember you laying on my chest 

late at night, 

our hearts beating in sync 

as you drift away 

into dreamland. 

I remember playing the drums 

on your belly. 

Thump Bum Bump! 

Your belly gets so round and warm 

after you finish your dinner 

and even after you steal my dinner

and gobble it down

before I even know. 

I remember chasing you 

in our backyard. 

Running in figure-eights 

as you taunted me. 

You pretended to stop and wait 

until I got close, just to sprint 

right out of my reach.