Oh how I love the
laughter of little girls,
Of giggling secrets
& their bouncing curls,
Rosy cheeked mischief
& smiling schemes,
Their laughter, running
into maiden´s dreams.
Oh how I love the
laughter of maidens young,
Of chortlings rolling
off sweet trilled tongues,
Painted lips forever
ready, to peal in chimes,
Their laughter, defying
cruel passing of time.
Oh how I love the
laughter of mothers wooing,
Of gurgling babies
silenced, by Mama´s cooing,
Milky lipped in smiling,
of ever love maternal,
Their laughter within
hearts, remaining eternal.
Oh how I love the
laughter of silver wise Crones,
Of wicked cracklings’,
replacing age old moans,
Splintered voices
echoing, through life´s long halls,
Their laughter, living
on, within old history´s walls.
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