A Little Laughter

a poem by


Speak to me tomorrow
of things gone by today-
Conversations overheard,
bits of talk-
a little sleep;
some crumbs upon the table;
some thoughts
that lie too deep-
Speak to me of happiness,
of sorrow left unheard-
of crusts of joy
layers of grief unfurled-
Give a little time to me
to tell you of the past;
of dreams (not fully dreamt yet),
of time that moved too fast-
Meander through each thought
while a moment stands;
lest each be lost before
I have held it in my hands-
I find you have no time;
Perhaps that’s as should be-
For if you did, you may
laugh a little at me…