W H Terrace by Willem Haenraets
I would take her there
to sip or sup, to celebrate
a sumptuous meal with
laughter.
Always laughter.
She would be bright and saucy,
her effervescence welcoming
strangers to join us
(my reason for a larger table).
The terracotta terrace would reflect
a happy birthday song, then
toasts in her honor and
laughter.
Always laughter.
My post in exactly 55 words written for Friday Flash 55.
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My mother was born on this day long ago. What I miss most is laughing with her.
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