on the threshold of a dream
The last time I heard your laughter
Was on a 4th of July weekend.
We'd parked near the observation tower,
And were just admiring Toledo Bend.
I wanted to take some pictures.
You were, as usual, less than thrilled,
But I stepped back for the perfect shot
And went tumbling down the hill.
My disgust with your amusement
Only added to your mirth.
If I'd perceived the moment's meaning
I'd have milked it for all it was worth.
For the next 4th, we were without you,
And I see that faded photo through tears
As all these years later in memory
Your laughter fills my ears.
Happy Birthday, Mother.