Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a summer night….

mamas in the kitchen
with the radio low
the kids are in the bed
and the stars are on show

mama pops the top
on a cold one tonight
and dances in the kitchen
by the little stove light

now I’m in the bed
but the stars are out high
though I can’t see them
dancing in the sky

like insane fireflies
a million miles from here
a meteor shower
bringing heaven near

universe pulsing a
rock and roll beat
I’m a child sleeping
in the summer night heat

somewhere on the timeline
Mama dancin like a star
a light year in my memory
doesn’t seem that far