Sitting in a lonely cell,
Now no more than a year ago,
I recalled one thing
that I had missed so.
A sound far sweeter
than the quiet echoes of rain.
A sound so cherishd that
the lack of it brought me pain.
Now many who may read this
may stare at me dumbstruck with wonder.
But those of you who have shared
will agree it's a sound like none other.
A little one so full of mirth
who will sit giggling on your lap,
with echoes of their joy still ringing
as they lay quietly for an afternoons nap.
Your childs laughter
so young and wild and free,
is all the wealth you will need.
It costs nothing, but is most precious to me.
They grow up so quickly
until one day, their gone.
No more giggles do they share,
no more toys upon your lawn.
And then one day,
they call out of the blue.
They wish to share
their most joyous news with you.
A little one is on his way
and joyous circle starts once again,
and anxiously you await
for the giggles that will once more begin.
So, you can have your money,
all your gold won from this rat race.
For me, my own measure of wealth
is the laughter upon my childs face.
Author notes
The word for the next poet is...
"affair"
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this is a very good poem it reminds me of the song lighting by eric church i dont know why it just does
best of luck
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Excellent write here
I so enjoyed this poem it brings the light and magic that all people so need to share for without it we often forget and in doing so we find ourselves imprisoned in a sad lonely place
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wonderful
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you need to post the word for the next person.
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posted.
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