Caleb came in,
Cheeks aglow.
“I caught four fireflies!”
Somehow he still held them,
Uncrushed, in the cave of his little hands.
And he released them all
In the house.
The overhead lights were on,
For we were reading and working yet,
And I saw only one feeble glow
As the four flew.
But Caleb’s enthusiasm overflowed.
“We have glitter! We have glitter!”
He clapped
And danced
And crooned
And spun.
Rejoicing and celebrating
The magic of
Creation.
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