Sarah’s laughter

We still laugh

old Mirthful woman

 

Such a thing

 

In your old age

still spry in love

still agile enough to chase

that little mischievous head,

giggly wet,

swirling about the tent after his bath

 

You laughed dear mother

and were afraid, at first

but then you laughed at such a wonderful pledge, fulfilled

beyond any reasonable sanity

 

We laugh over you still

but with added joy

seeing all that the promise made to you

entails

 

That bundle of joy

those old parents

mistaken, so often, as grandpa and nana

 

Believing in the innumerability of stars

seeing one day that such a joke

would spread salvation

as far as the curse is found

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