The Laugh
Posted Friday, February 22, 2013, at 11:33 AM
There was this laugh I once knew.
At the end of a silly joke,
it was there.
When spinning around, dancing, or sledding,
it was there.
During the fourteenth time of singing the same verse of a song,
it was there.
After my mother would share a memory,
it was there.
The laugh was soft and raspy,
and sometimes paused in the middle,
but always faithful.
It followed the performances of children
and lifted and brightened a room.
I can no longer hear it,
but oh, how I wish I could.
Not only is it the laugh that is missing,
but the woman from whom it came-
For her heart could be heard in her laugh.
(In memory of Marylin Woodliff Morrow
February 20, 2008)
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