Love and laughter go together
as do macaroni and cheese.
Like that noble dish of childhood
It’s a combo bound to please.
We laughed until the tears came
at gifted comics of our youth.
The golden age of radio,
it is called and that’s the truth.
My birth family would gather
after Sunday evening news
to listen to their silly antics
which could not help but amuse.
I had one older brother
who was a naturally born wit.
He could keep us all in stitches
and we never tired of it.
Later on the man I married,
kept me laughing all the time.
Laugher filled our lives with pleasure
though we seldom had a dime.
He and I sat nestled closely
as we watched the comics spoof.
Mad Red Skelton played a Santa
who kept sliding down the roof.
Our three beloved children
kept us laughing as they grew.
They all had a sense of humor
and could tell a story too.
Memories of my early childhood
are of laughter spawned from love.
Finding a mate who would laugh with me
was a blessing from above.