Her laugh <br />was the smell <br />of newly washed linens; <br /> <br />fresh cut grass <br /> <br />child smiles <br /> <br />gypsy dances <br /> <br />the green spot at sunset <br /> <br />how Niagara Falls sounds <br />when you get close on the bus <br /> <br />crunchy snow <br /> <br />good molasses pouring <br /> <br />a special touch <br />from one you love <br /> <br />joy ringing in certain church songs <br /> <br />happy eyes from babies, <br />giggles too, <br /> <br />the sigh, that special sigh <br />after love-making <br /> <br />an unexpected compliment <br />that makes you glow <br /> <br />quiet nights <br /> <br />really really good chocolate <br /> <br />music in your bedroom late at night <br /> <br />A look from someone you want that look from. <br /> <br />But most of all <br />she laughs <br />like she <br />likes you <br />and she does. <br /> <br /> <br />Like that. <br /> <br />That is her laugh.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-laugh/
