What makes me laugh?
My basset hound
long ears dancing
bouncing towards me
jowls dripping
slobber taking flight
we are so happy to see each other.
Our love really is unconditional
slobber and all
What makes me laugh?
My preschool grand-daughters wanting a trip to the park
In our camper van
"Can we use the porta-potty" they giggle
So much fun to pee and poop in the car!
What makes me laugh?
my son at three,
cowboy hat on
singing Willie Nelson
“Mamas don’t let your sons grow up to be cowboys”
He’s a computer geek today
I should have seen it coming
What makes me laugh?
My daughter, when she was four,
After much feminist intervention,
women's poetry, stories and music,
pictures of Rosie the Riveter on the wall,
Considers,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
No hesitation
“A shopping mommy.”
She is and she does.
Beautifully
But what makes me smile?
The day my daughter took her sexist boss to court,
Represented herself
(he had an attorney),
(he had an attorney),
She won, changing company policies,
And the mind and heart of even his attorney.
What makes me smile?
My son’s poetry written to his family and wife.
What makes me smile?
My family . . . slobber and all.
