Bobby Baldacchino

French Musing

I chuckle softly,
Inwardly amused,
My lips gently curved.
Amused by the dawn’s arrival,
Unfolding in slivers of light.
I chuckle at the birds’ morning chorus,
Their songs loud and piercing.
I chuckle at life’s teachings,
Difficult to fully grasp.
My laughter continues silently,
Yet tears slip away,
Each with its own story,
Known only to me.
Still, I chuckle,
Reflecting on days past,
On embraces missed.
With the day’s awakening,
My laughter persists.