259. When balancing means teetering.

A joke, a laugh.

That laugh!

Lifts the hilarity & volume

She* turns, hair flicks,

Leans forward in hysterics

Her hand catches my forearm.

For balance??

Flaming red hair
Sparking smile – mischievous
Lights laughter that spreads like wildfire
Infectious, loud, engaging,
Compels a raucous chorus
From all around.

Balance retained …

Momentarily!

Note & Extra:

* For reasons cited in earlier Short Memories, identity is deliberately omitted. Whenever I hear this version of this song, I get her picture. Maybe it is Loreena’s red hair that has causes me to make this connection – because I know “nut-brown hair”  is a long way from flaming red! Nevertheless, young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann is the girl who lost her balance and grabbed my arm.