In this memory you are laughing.
Pink faced with your head thrown back.
Eyes closed and mouth unleashing a baboon howl.
These sounds, like a jungle in our kitchen
. The joke so funny you repeat it again and again, inviting us to come along.
A radiant parrot calling her young to the untamed abundance.
The rest of the family is finished,
But you keep the jungle alive, your baseball cap like a headdress.
I wish I could live at that table you set,
Where the monkey and sloth are refreshed by a monsoon of joy.
Deadlines, drama, debates disappear.
You persevere, even when a tiger attacks or dishes pile high, souring.
Then your blue eyes dance as the apple pie reaches our noses.
I twirl chant after you like Mowgli follows the bear.
I love you.
Your wonder shields me like the protection of a turquoise stone.