Laughter

 
The other day I made my son read a tricky tongue twister of a poem
And he laughed like he hadn’t laughed in such a long time
He struggled and spat and tried and spat some more all over the phone
It was a verse full of elaborate alliteration and constant rhyme
 
In the mornings my wife and I have interesting conversations
I wake her up with quips and gags saying things that are kind of…improper
I even make myself the butt of the joke and walk into them  
As she laughs I’m left I wondering why I’m not such a panty dropper
 
Everyday I send out funny things I see in reels and share them with family
If I find it hilarious, I know they’ll enjoy it too but that’s just my style
My sons, my daughters, my sisters, my mother, I try to make them laugh
Even if they’re having a bad day, it might make them smile for a while
 
But it was that tongue twister of a poem that made me travel back in time
I paused for a second as my grown son laughed like when he was a baby boy
I remembered their faces and heard the echoes of their little voices
And my heart felt happy because those are the things that bring me joy