When Old Folks Laugh by: Maya Angelou

They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
the lines between
their brows. Old folks
allow their bellies to jiggle like slow
tambourines.
The hollers rise up and spill
over anyway they want.
When old folks laugh, they free the world.
They turn slowly, slyly knowing
the best of the worst
of remembering.
Saliva in the
corner of their mouths,
their heads wobble
on brittle necks, but
their lips
are filled with memories.
When old folks laugh, they consider the promise
of dear painless death, and generously
forgive life from happening
to them.

When Old Folks Laugh

My grandma would laugh the funniest laugh, it sounded just like this poem... This is what I heard in her laugh- "glad I'm here, glad I had a chance to do this and that, now I wait for my day when I'll be swept away". When Old Folks Laugh

Remember to Smile Everyday, Show  Up Everyday, and Succeed Everyday
Find Peace Within
Be blessed,
Ms. Lisa