The door
slammed,
but went
unnoticed
at first,
amid the clatter,
the raucous
laughter
inside,
it came.
Footsteps
that scurried
toward
the door,
were
silenced and
rebuffed.
Laughter was
made silent too,
for there
was a newer,
more somber
mood.
Grim news
had come,
and stayed
a while too.
But then…
after a bit,
a hopeful
smile,
a giggle,
a wink...and a nod,
And
darkness
lost its grip.
And it
was spring
once more.
The wind
swung
that door wide,
Leaving
winter's darkness
outside.
But inside,
the laughter
always
remains.
© gaellynch, 2009
Her absence
was so
obvious
yesterday,
and yet
her presence
was too.
We longed
for her
in our
remembering-
her calico print
blouse in the
framed picture,
the mom that
wore that blouse,
so many
lifetimes ago.
Even the gold
ensconced edge
of the Lenox dish,
she herself selected
as a very young
bride.
And then,
of course,
her wedding gown too
evokes a story,
bought on sale...
to fit the occasion.
Who else would
do something
like that?
The details of her life,
remain so clear
in the small tangible
remains.
But then...
there are the babies
she'd never meet,
her granbabies
bringing
us all together,
uniting us
once more
to take a look back,
and to look
forward too.
For there--
in those
impish grins,
in the silly chorus
of childhood voices,
and in the clatter
of footfalls,
she lives,
even now,
causing trouble,
stirring them up,
Calling our
hearts
to always,
always celebrate
the joy
in the laughter...
And isn't it
the laughter,
the fun,
the trouble-making
that she
was most about?
The door 
