Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Tyson Laughing

He emits rapid-fire
Giggles and squeaks,
Sporadic bursts and
Melodic peels of
Two year old glee.

Sounding like three
Very happy banshees we
All join in the game;
Rolling on the floor, wrapped
In belly-aching guffaws,
Tee-hees and ha-ha’s…

Infectious are all the smiles,
As crazy as we can be;
Exhausted we collapse
In a heap…
A giggle here and
There goes another…
It all starts again because,
Babies always laugh at silly faces*

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