Buzz of the pool, barbeque’s glossy air
Swaying beneath painted skies
Drops of chlorine slipping from the ends of my hair
Splattering around prune-like toes, mixing with the popsicle raining down my sticky wrists
Family and neighbors laughing with food in their mouths
Dog’s eyes scurrying up the table
Chicken lathered in sauce, bread stuffed with meat, butter melting into corn on styrofoam plates, sheltered under umbrella
Brothers and cousins chasing me up the slide as I snatch the first firefly, only to release it to the first twinkling star
Nicole DiGiose 
Wow that is pretty dramatic. But then again its really cool how you described the story so well. So well written for someone who likes to do a lot of writting.
Thank you very much! I’m happy you enjoyed reading this piece. I jotted it down not even an hour ago as I was sitting on my front porch in the humidity. I really appreciate that you took the time to read my work. ^_^
The snatch of the firefly nailed the familiarity of those remembrances for me, and I have several decades on you! Nice job, Nicole.
I’m glad you can relate to my poem. That’s what I was hoping for. Thanks for reading, Jane!