- I'm told, and I already know, my laugh is too loud.
- This doesn't bother me, it makes me proud.
- It was my Mom who gave the laugh to me.
- And, I can't think of a happier legacy.
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- From the earliest days I can retrace,
- I remember my family at the picture show.
- Mom would find something so funny
- her laughter would fill the place.
- She'd really let go!
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- My sister and I would slink down in our chairs
- as everyone would turn around,
- and we didn't want to face their stares.
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- Some bumps and bruises we tried to duck too,
- as Mom's hands and elbows really flew
- when her sense of humor was charging through.
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- My Dad usually caught most of it,
- But, he didn't mind; he was laughing too
- and he seemed to enjoy Mom's laughing fit.
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- Her laugh came out hard, like a shrill shout.
- And, though some gave us odd looks,
- I think it helped others let their laughter out.
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- I'm grateful I caught this laugh from my Mom,
- It's an area where she has quite a knack.
- And, though I'm sad for those who won't let go,
- I'm not going to hold my laughter back.
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