FOR ANNIE
I love to hear her laugh,
belly bubbling
throat clutching
outrageous chuckles.
It starts from deep inside
then fills her eyes
with a merriment that must be shared,
unimpaired
by self imposed restriction
or inhibitions
demanded by our adult role.
We join her in her laughter,
forming a curtain,
her defence against the world.
Hélène
Sat 22nd Feb 2025 15:08
A splendid, captivating poem. Makes the reader want to hang out with Annie and her pals.