Laughter

Up from the bottom
Like a wobbly, bobbly, bottle cork
Flitting ‘cross the surface
Of a wavy, wondrous world…
That is the laugh
Of my funny, happy, baby boy,
3 years old with a funny bone of gold.

He giggles so hard
That his face gets fever red,
his eyes get watery wet
and his whole body shakes
from his teeny tiny toes
to his curly hair atop his head.

Then, as he slows down
Gasps for breath
And looks around,
The twinkle smolders in his eyes,
Beginning the search
for the next surprise
To launch him for another ride
Upon the giggly, wiggly, tickled pink
And silly, wobbly, bobbly,
Bottle cork, roller coasting, spider web inside
That makes him laugh the laughter…
Filling his 3 years…
And overflowing my smile,
Into tears.

Jan. 18, 2009
Boxer Wyze

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