Her Laugh

Her laugh
was the smell
of newly washed linens;

fresh cut grass

child smiles

gypsy dances

the green spot at sunset

how Niagara Falls sounds
when you get close on the bus

crunchy snow

good molasses pouring

a special touch
from one you love

joy ringing in certain church songs

happy eyes from babies,
giggles too,

the sigh, that special sigh
after love-making

an unexpected compliment
that makes you glow

quiet nights

really really good chocolate

music in your bedroom late at night

A look from someone you want that look from.

But most of all
she laughs
like she
likes you
and she does.

Like that.

That is her laugh.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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