She lay in her hospital bed one night.
Hallways were still with minimum
light.
Machines all around her still
hummed quietly
As she woke from
dreaming of being set free.
“Do
Angels laugh,” she asked to herself,
“Or have I mistaken the mirth of the
elf?”
If I go to heaven, I don’t want
to cry
Nor simply stand silent as
angels pass by.
I want to tell
jokes as I once did in school
And
have people love how I can play the fool.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt funny at
all.
If they laughed in the bible, I
just can’t recall.
As she lay
there she heard a mysterious sound
Of
clapping and laughter floating around
And a beautiful face looked at her from
above
Full of God’s peace and His
infinite love.
She said, “I’m
your angel and watched you for years.
You have made me laugh madly, til laughter brought
tears
And as my assignment, you’ve
made me feel proud
As you made all
the angels keep laughing out loud.
As a thank you from us I can tell you
tonight
That your pain will be
lessened, you spirit take flight
And
you’ll soon be back home. You’ll be
happy and well.
We’ll be laughing out
loud at the jokes you’ll still tell.
© 2012 Pam H.
Murray
Note: Another poet and I decided to write poems on this subject and do a comparison. His was quite a bit different from this.
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