Missing Laughter

Take me to that place again

that we have been before

where leaves torn from trees

are food for your plastic dinosaurs

Let’s go into your tent and have a picnic with your stuffed animals all in attendance

and where imaginary food and drinks are served

As properly as an English tea

Take me away from this death and dying that has become

all that fills my days and mind

as your sweet PaPa drifts between pain pills and being awake

and I dare not leave his side

Oh lets paint each others faces again and laugh so hard

we scare the cats and they hide under the cushions of the chair

let’s catch fireflies in this summer’s gracious twilight

not hurt them or put them in a jar, just chase after them,

catch, marvel and release again out into the warm night

Let’s get lost in a book, “Wet Dog” is always fun

as we imitate the shaking pooch

and wag our behinds and shoulders until we fall on the floor …

Laughing

We always laugh

I have not laughed in such a long time now