I remember the way you colored over me
Your sharp tip

And my dull fingers
But you always fit just right in my hand
You; bold and beautiful
Me; small and fragile
Like the bubbles I blew in the backyard
On warm spring mornings
Dragonflies swarming by telephone lines
And time passing by without warning
Soon it'd be evening
Where we caught fireflies
And kept our eyes open
For any sign of light
Any color that caught our attention
Like my yellow colored pencil
That was so bright it hurt my eyes
But nonetheless I followed the fireflies that blinded me
We once bathed them in yellow chalk and bubbles
To make them beautiful
To make them smooth
But when we woke up
To our surprise they were no longer alive
We hosted a firefly funeral
With our colored pencil drawing of their family
And blew bubbles to fly in their place
And you; bright yellow
You; bold daring color
And my gentle hands will one day dance again
And you bubbles,
I will never outgrow you
My childhood;
My friends