Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Giggle

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Giggle

Giggle
©April 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

I do not giggle any more.
It causes me some pain
For I have graduated from
Teenagerhood to Brain.

To keep a brain, we all agree
We cannot laugh and titter
We have to hold our breath and moan
In sotto voces bitter.

Giggling’s for the younger set
For those who live their lives
Without a hint of future stress
Without a hint of strife.

But when my back is turned, I find
I snicker and I sneeze,
And then, to my amazement
I giggle, if you please!

I catch myself, and look askance
At giggles which escape
And scold them as they leave my throat
And then, I stand and gape.

Before me stands a jester pied
All dressed in motley clothes
And solemnly he bows to me
And then, around me, flows

He flows like water, and like wind
He smiles and takes my hand,
And dances with me laughingly,
And then, I understand.

We laugh aloud in midnight mirth
We chuckle all night long,
And soon, before the break of day
My giggles become songs.

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