Remembering how to laugh One day it happened. I didn’t know it was going to. In fact, I had no idea how much it was needed. But, it did. Like a flash, on a camera or of lightening. I quit trying to control every little thing. I simply let go of all that I was holding so tightly. I allowed the wind of joy to blow into my soul. And I remembered how to laugh.
This poem is also part of a collection I put together called All the Shapes of Joy.