Chuckle: Quiet Laugh

Nov. 29, 2018

Forty years ago, in 1978, I remember Dr. Kay Polydore saw the following ode on my 'fridge' in Cornwall Street and chuckled. I reproduce it here in the hope that she and all those still affected by Maria can appreciate the patient, positive and faithful incrementing of recovery and progress that its simplicity suggests.

Last Night I Chuckled

I know the days are getting better I can feel a gentle warmth in my bones Going is the pain and coldness Along with the dread and darkness Last night I chuckled I just can't wait for tomorrow When the sun comes arising And the trek of the earth comes my way I'll be up and a-moving 'Trodding' my path to tomorrow Last night I chuckled I just can't wait for tomorrow There's a pep in my step A stride in my feelings There's purpose in my thoughts Reason for living Last night I chuckled I just can't wait for tomorrow For the days are getting brighter There's a warming in my heart My circle is growing wider My wings are spreading apart Last night I chuckled I just can't wait for tomorrow When my step will be stronger And the pain will be no longer When my titter will grow to open laughter And the coldness be a thing of the past Last night I chuckled I just can't wait for tomorrow For the stride in my feelings And a life worth the living Last night I tittered, last night