Growing Up – Poetry by Emily K Park
When I was a child, my mother woke me
The first time she saw fireflies, once
It was warm enough for them to breathe.
I never asked her why she was outside.
When my mother cried, the crickets joined her.
They understood in a way I wouldn’t until
I also stifled my own tears, so that the man
Living next to me would stay sleeping.
But I remember when those new nights
Were filled with flickering candles,
When I, still groggy with summer,
Saw flashes syncopated
With my heartbeat, and knew the world
Became magical while I slept.
I live in a city where lightning hides
Between lamplights, and I wait
Up in the dark, afraid to drift
Asleep, because who will wake me
When something fantastic happens?
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