Laugh (an acrostic poem)

 

Letting rip the giggles

As you roll around on the bed

Until your sides hurt, but you continue the tickle war

Gripping these times with your kid while you can

How fast these times will end.

 

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Haste (an acrostic poem)

He flew down the street way over the speed limit

And drove through the red light accompanied by a chorus of car horns

Soon he had police cars chasing him from behind

That made him laugh with glee.  He loved the attention

Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame, but he was shooting for thirty

 

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Manic (an acrostic poem)

Marty hung his head low and almost sobbed

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Heather would soon be there

Now how was he going to face her like this

It also meant that she wanted to come over, so that was exciting

Clutching himself he started to laugh with excitement

 

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Justice (an acrostic poem)

Jurisprudence usually didn’t make Michelle laugh

Under normal circumstances, people’s lives hung into balance

Still, something about the state vs. a pair of puppies made her laugh

They did destroy a bunch of stuffed animals

In the photos, you could see the joy the two pups had in their crime spree

Cuteness would only get them and their owner so far

Eventually, the law would prevail, but would it just be a newspaper slap on the nose?

 

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Laugh (an acrostic poem)

Lisa watched the kitten stalking the piece of paper that finalized her divorce

As soon as the kitten tried to pounce, a gust of wind helped its prey escape

Unable to help help herself, Lisa guffawed

Glaring at her, the kitten sat and began to clean itself in indignant silence

Happy to give the kitten its moment, Lisa skipped her way back inside the house.

My Little Angel

Ever hold an angel, wondering if every breath might be her last?

Ever hold an angel, marveling at her ability to touch hearts?

Ever hold an angel, struggling to communicate?

Ever hold an angel, smiling because of her infectious laugh?

Ever hold an angel that loved to fly so high?

Ever hold an angel that slipped away in your arms?

I was blessed enough to do so, and now my angel flies on her own.

I love you Angela.