Laughter in the house tonight:
small voices grow large
spilling down the race
of conversation around the table
with its rattling dice cup.
All support every roll.
Applause abounds.
Life will roll on, a collection
of memories: sweet, bitter, sour, salt,
all learned and shared in ways
not yet seen or imagined,
but this laughter is where hearts live.
It is trust borne and nurtured.
In the dark, a memory of light.
(top: visualphotos.com; bottom: writing.wikinut.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
Nice Jim real nice
Thanks, brother.
Thanks for your comment on Turquoise Compass today. I love the image of the hands in your post above. It represents unity!
Jessica, Turquoise Compass
Loved the images this creates for me as I read.
Yeah, I sat aside for awhile and watched and listened and then wrote. The poem was a gift.