Each day, I gather things that I found funny,
collecting them like seeds to plant for you,
and whether your mood then be gray or sunny,
I hope some make your laughter blossom too.
It may be small, unlike a giant oak,
a single-panel comic that you read,
yet if your laughter blossoms from its joke,
it’s not far-fetched to see it as a seed.
But while a planted crop’s growth may be slow
so months elapse before it’s ripe for harvest,
it doesn’t take much time for what we sow
to bloom as laughter even when life’s hardest.
In life on Earth and then in Love’s hereafter,
I hope to plant what blossoms into laughter.
Mario A. Pita