The sun sets and my heart floods
Colors of reds purples and blues
It breaks for the broken
And celebrates for the joyous
As I unwind from the deluge of the day

Little squeals of delight
echo from bedrooms down the hall
Pitter patter of feet
Carry loud laughter of little boys
into the living room where I sit

Laughter;
It’s a cashmere sweater cradling a broken heart
And for a moment it turns shoulder rocks into feathers
It’s a glimpse of light lessening the dark

It can be heard amongst happiness
And even grief.
Memories and regrets
Reminding us of the duality of the human experience

Without laughter, I could not endure this shattered world
So It is laughter for which I am grateful.