Joyful Memories

His joy spills out in rumbling,

and deep, rolling peals

Hers reminds me of

fizzing and bouncing,

Like those wonderful bath bombs

Hers is soft and bubbly, sometimes

exploding into rhythms of squeals, leaving

no question of delight.

Their little one attempts to mimic both.

She is occasionally successful and always in her own style.

Grandma’s came higher-pitched,

through her nose and made her belly jiggle.

Grandpa’s joy came from deep in his chest

and made his whole body shake!

If you were in another room,

you could know who was happy

by the sound of their voice.

Memories made of joyful sounds last forever.

 

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