I Laughed Like a Fire Truck
I began to laugh but caught it in mid air
remembering this was my first Christmas without my mother
I have had eleven months of not laughing
Why start now?
What is the matter? A friend asked. Not having any idea.
For her mother is alive and well, at the next table.
Even people who have lost their mothers do not get it
Because their mother was not my mother.
How long are you going to punish yourself? My muse wondered.
She is getting tired of this determination to be sad.
We did not kill my mother.
Bone cancer did.
Something else happened, and it was amazingly funny.
I began to laugh and could not stop. I laughed like a fire truck engine.
People in the restaurant stared. There were tears flying out of my eyes.
I looked like a clown on speed.
I did not care.
Sometimes the best times are the ones
that help hide your real feelings.
This was one of those slivers of a silver moments.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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