A thousand tiny fireflies
Parading through the night
Illuminate the starless skies
With incandescent light
They are miracles, here on earth
So bold, so strong, so wise
And bring to life a sense of worth
For those who lack great size.
Some of this life’s smaller treasures
Are the ones which matter more
Than the larger joys and pleasures
That we have grown to adore
Volume is not as essential
As the gift that lies inside
Smaller souls with much potential
Who shall never be denied.
A thousand tiny fireflies
Parading through the night
Illuminate the starless skies
With incandescent light
These children, while born premature
Are testaments of worth
Their spirits bold, their futures sure
To ever bless the earth.
© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Sammie
www.n8andnoah.com
I am a premature baby myself...was born on 8 months!!
Love Tinka
Birgit and Roger
This poem touched me; Karla and I were born three months premature nearly forty seven years ago; God has decided to let us live despite overwhelming odds. Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
All with God's Grace
Peter
Beautiful, inspiring verse; as you know, Karen and I were preemies. Neither of us were expected to live; it's by God's good Grace that we're still here, nearly 47 years later. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.