Catching fireflies

Carefree childhood

Inhibited by

Crutches,

Comforted

By frail shoulders

Of his

Mother,

Her skeletal frame,

Covered by papery skin,

Wrinkled folds

Speaking vividly

Of

The asperity,

Clearly not amused

By the catchy smiles

Of her son,

Speculative,

Perhaps deliberating

Their next square meal,

Considering

Yet another

Clinical tour,

The little child

Oblivious

To her

Concerns,

Looking out

At the

Regular chaos,

Commotion

With

Insatiable curiosity.

Also,

Caught a glimpse of

Carefree childhood

Caressing

The green

Summer grass

With his tiny feet,

Chasing fireflies,

Catching them

In a mason-jar.

The somber sober

Summer night

Made bright

By delighted

Cackles

Of puerility.

Linking with Blogging from A to Z Challenge, April 2014