The thing I hate most, laughter
It stings my ears with mockery
When I was ten, I made up my mind to stop laughing
After two years of working on it I finally stopped laughing
With laughter out of my life
I learned that joy disappeared as well
One day in mass, sitting in front of me was a young mother
A mother with tattoos and ill advised attire
When her baby started getting fussy
She picked him up and laughed
Not a mocking laugh, but a joyful laugh
A laughter described at the birth of Isaac
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