The service was over and coffee was served;
There was a lull in the talking when suddenly was heard
A sound so appealing that everyone turned
And smiled at the sound that was if a bird
Had flown in the room and was quite unconcerned
Of the pleasure that had occurred.
This sound, so resounding, so fresh and alive
Came not from a friend with songs to revive
The most hardened of hearts and darkest of souls;
But the laugh of a girl with a face that did thrive
On the joy that she gave to us older proles
To continue the day and be glad we’re alive.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The sound of a young child laughing is so gorgeous.
- Category: special-occasion
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A lovely poem Andy and you are right there is nothing more joyous than the laugh of a young child or infant. It tickles the very innards.
In some places - an unwritten notice - 'No laughing, please; not even a cough during services' Doh! In one place (true) with an Organ Recital: 'We respectfully request no applause at the end of the recital'. Why not? Someone might wake up from their grumpiness? But they couldn't stop us shaking hands with the organist afterwards, and speaking to him/her - to show the congregation was actually alive?!
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