Infant Laughter
By John Herlihy

She began her life as the quietest infant;
Her face suffused as an element of surprise.
Her soft laughter began as a crooked grin,
A smile to wipe away every and all petty sin.
But not even the painted visage of a clown,
Could draw from her even a simple sound.
First came raised eyebrows to show wonder,
Then the wry broken smile to cast all asunder.
Emotions drawn from the heart create a picture,
To uplift the spirit as found in sacred scripture.
Her laughter had knowledge and a whole lot more
Her sound like soft silk as when you full cream pour
Her infant joy had steamy fragrance not there to smell
Silently to fill the heart of others, without a word to tell
Her teeth were small and pearly, whiteness to spare
Her laughter blasted happiness virtually everywhere
The light sound echoed thru the universe as little bells
Her spirit fills the world with what her laughter foretells.