Step Into the Wave by Kristina WoodhillSlight rumblings would begin
within Dad's deep chest,
where a father's dearest words remained ready,
where life's funny tickles found their voice
His wide grin and nodding head alerted us
to a coming eruption
Maybe a book lay in his lap,
amusing golf tales by P.G. Wodehouse,
perhaps a Reader's Digest joke page,
or at a family gathering,
uncles retelling expansive hunting stories
rivaling a Patrick McManus romp with a wild-eyed deer
Rumblings rattled their way up and out of him,
joined by guffaws, shaking belly providing propulsion
Laughter loud, full, unfettered
inevitably followed by squinting eyes overflowing,
his white pressed handkerchief unprepared to stanch
And we who looked on
felt it coming, stepped into its path
joyfully drowning in shared merriment,
letting our sides split wide open
08/26/2021 Author's Note: I was tickled to have this included in an anthology from The Cabin (Boise, Idaho) Writer's in the Attic. They had their book launch last night in the park - cool, shade, distancing, readings by 8 of the included writers of 50 in the anthology. The theme for the season was Rupture.
Posted on 08/26/2021 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
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