My Old Friend, Laughter

Laughter

I remember her

somewhere inside 

in the corner 

of my mind

tucked away 

in an envelope

marked,

'Do not open until...'

Laughter

I remember her

her sound

bubbling up

making me smile

eyes twinkle

in a time

gone by,

Christmas maybe?

Laughter

I remember her

she knocks

once more

an old friend

returning

sharing

merriment 

and glee.

Laughter

I remember her

she's here,

with me.

©revdjo 31/8/14

A poem came tip-tapping

Tip-tapping on the window 

     the softly falling 

               rain 

running down the glass

     weaving a merry

               dance 

filling up the bucket

     with a resounding

               plop

the tip-tapping starts

     once more

               again

you think you 

              understand her

                   ways

                         but really you do

               not.

©revdjo 11/8/14