I inherited her laugh
It resonated in any room, raucous,
Cackle, guffaw, chortle and undeniably unstoppable.
An energy an emission of unadulterated joy
Everyone knew she was there.
“It’s only for kids missus!”- that was Ken Dodd puppeteer extraordinaire.
King of the diddy men.
“Alison- Your mum’s here…
I just heard her laugh.”
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
For poetics at d”verse and for Day 24 of Napowrimo 18.
I am sorry girls but you definitely have it too…long may we laugh. XXXX love you Mumma. XXX
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Oh my gosh, I love this SO much.
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Thank you so much. XXX
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You were indeed the pure, unadulterated sweetheart of your mum. What a wonderful inheritance
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Thank you. XX
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Oh, that last line. And I would not mind being remembered (or recognized) by my laugh. Lovely.
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Wonderful! Wish I had recordings.
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Your and your mum’s laughter resonated in this poem, Alison! I love the way you describe it as ‘An energy an emission of unadulterated joy’.
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A laugh is a wonderful thing to have inherited!
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I do love a laugh.. such a wonderful thing to have.
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delightful read! and to share the same laugh and be recognised for it is something so special
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yes I think it probably is. XXXX
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