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.
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
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
Lifting her spirits, he began to laugh
It made him a medium of sorts
Finding the souls of her dead dreams
Elevating them to some kind of zombiehood
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?
Can’t believe you’ve been gone this many years my little girl
Heaven is much richer for you
Every day I feel that empty spot in my heart
Realizing you are still there, just that I can’t physically hold you
Until I get to hear you laugh again as you fly
Because of your angel wings
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.
Punishing me intellectually
Until I cry out for mercy
Never to laugh again
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.