by Sandy Kirby Quandt

Welcome to Pause for Poetry featuring a poem written by my writer-friend, Shirley Specht Johnson.

Oh, How We Laughed
By Shirley Specht Johnson

My childhood memories sometimes echo to me, reflections of joy, hope and laughter I see.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

Mamma would often share stories and rhymes, and sometimes be silly, just silly at times.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

Sometimes with my children I make that same silly look, the stories I tell are on the I-Pad or Nook.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

Mamma made cookies “From scratch.” she’d say. She’d make stirring and mixing seem like play.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

The cookies I make, well we slice and bake, we make a milk mustache while we take a break.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

Mamma would always gather up family and friends, “Stay connected.” She said, “Never let that end.”

Oh, how we’d laugh.

So today I had face time with an old friend, a tweet from my sister and a text from Aunt Jen.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

When mamma’s dinner menu was nothing too hard, she’d say “Sandwiches and chips are a picnic in the yard.”

Oh, how we laughed.

Our family picnics are on the living room floor, we have so much fun, just like before.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

I remember those days as the years have gone by, I see mamma’s bright sparkle in my little boy’s eyes.

Oh, how we’d laugh.

Shirley Specht Johnson loves to share inspiration and encouragement through her writing. She is a member of SCBWI and is currently participating in 12X12. She loves to read and has volunteered at her local Public Library as an Adult Literacy Tutor. She shares moments of inspiration and her writing life at her blog.

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I wish you well.

Sandy

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