Lord, give me a sense of humor,
a spirit that is light.
So when I feel the darkest,
my heart will sparkle bright.
Let me learn to giggle,
when something tickles me.
Like my baby grandson,
when I bounce him on my knee.
Let me learn to chuckle,
like I did when I was a little girl.
Even when life's tangles,
are pulled through my thinning curls.
Let me learn to laugh aloud,
even if only to myself.
Like when a child is playing,
with no one but them self.
Let me learn to smile,
when I prefer to wear a frown.
Like a toddler thick in mischief,
and they think no one is around.
This poem was a finalist in the
July 2011 poetry contest