It it always good to remember the laughter in the midst of great sorrow…. Baldy reminds us of that….
That was the sound that floated on the breeze,
A lilting titter, melodious, infectious, it seemed
As others in the congregation began to smile and giggle.
Many wiped tears from their faces, unashamed
At their presence as the laughter filled
The room and fled towards the cemetery.
The laughter tickled the trees, brushing
The grass and flowers with sunshine
Before fading slowly like a memory.
And it did not seem inappropriate,
It was necessary, we believed
He would have loved that there was laughter at his grave.