A Life of Laughter

I must admit, I started small,

When mama chased me down the hall,

And made me giggle wildly,

With threats of tickles as I’d flee.

From there, I moved to Daddy’s jokes,

When he entertained the mealtime folks,

Or when, the wide prairies, we rode,

And he was in his joking mode.

And then my siblings took it on,

To laughter, all us six were drawn,

And we’d quote ‘Mad’ and ‘Cowpokes’ jests,

And try to outdo all the rest.

And when I married, Husby Dear,

Worked hard to fill my days with cheer,

And he did well, my better half,

His goal was always “Make her laugh”.

Then our kids, too, got in the game,

That ‘laughter’ goal remained the same,

And they’d tell tales, quote movies, songs,

To keep the merriment going strong.

My grandkids now are starting out,

I guess there couldn’t be much doubt,

That they’d pick up the ‘laughter’ gene,

And see which one could reign supreme.

Now I have given lots of thought

To what is funny. What is not,

Tried to plot with charts and graphs . . .

I guess my family makes me laugh.

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,

To try to make the week begin,

With gentle thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So Jenny and Delores, we,

Now post our poems for you to see.

And when you’ve read what we have brought,

Did we help? Or did we not . . .

Come back next week and you will see, 

The beauty of the glorious trees!