The Family at Evening

At twilight, the fireflies
light their lanterns,
one at a time.

Jumping from porch,
Jimmy runs,
fruit jar in hand,
grabs lighting bugs
while whippoorwills
repeat themselves,
like Grandma.

Lindy brings Ole Jerse
from the pasture at
Weaver Creek. “Nearly stepped
on a copperhead,” she says.

“They crawl this time
of day,” Daddy warns.

He tells Mama
his check didn’t come.
She nods.  “Candy took her
first step today.”

Daddy reaches for
Candy’s hand.  Mama looks
at the sky.  Dark clouds
boil in the northwest.
Much like when the
tornado hit Banner Mountain.

c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

Awarded Fifth Place in Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas’
Annual Anthology Contest, 2005

8 comments on “The Family at Evening

  1. Dot says:

    I remember catching lightning bugs … in North Texas. We put them in a fruit jar we must return to be saved for summer canning. Punched a hole in the lid to see how long they would stay alive. (Not long.) I haven’t seen a firefly in ages.

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  2. What a lovely evening picture. Takes me back to catching fireflies while visiting my grandparents so many years ago…


  3. Don Whitehouse says:

    Freeda: I accessed your blog and read your poems – what a wonderfull talent God has bestowed upon you. Sharing it with others is a wonderful thing. I will look forward to reading more of your works in the future. Thank you, Don Whitehouse.


    • Don, I’m so happy to know you have read my posts! And yes, any talent that shines through in my writings, I owe to God. Friends are also a blessing from God. And Gene and I are thankful that you are our friend.


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