We still laugh
old Mirthful woman
Such a thing
In your old age
still spry in love
still agile enough to chase
that little mischievous head,
giggly wet,
swirling about the tent after his bath
You laughed dear mother
and were afraid, at first
but then you laughed at such a wonderful pledge, fulfilled
beyond any reasonable sanity
We laugh over you still
but with added joy
seeing all that the promise made to you
entails
That bundle of joy
those old parents
mistaken, so often, as grandpa and nana
Believing in the innumerability of stars
seeing one day that such a joke
would spread salvation
as far as the curse is found
