She lay in her hospital bed one night.
Hallways were still with minimum light.
Machines all around her still hummed quietly
As she woke from dreaming of being set free.
“Do Angels laugh,” she asked to herself,
“Or have I mistaken the mirth of the elf?”
If I go to heaven, I don’t want to cry
Nor simply stand silent as angels pass by.
I want to tell jokes as I once did in school
And have people love how I can play the fool.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt funny at all.
If they laughed in the bible, I just can’t recall.
As she lay there she heard a mysterious sound
Of clapping and laughter floating around
And a beautiful face looked at her from above
Full of God’s peace and His infinite love.
She said, “I’m your angel and watched you for years.
You have made me laugh madly, til laughter brought tears
And as my assignment, you’ve made me feel proud
As you made all the angels keep laughing out loud.
As a thank you from us I can tell you tonight
That your pain will be lessened, you spirit take flight
And you’ll soon be back home. You’ll be happy and well.
We’ll be laughing out loud at the jokes you’ll still tell.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
