afraid,

To give the gift of laughter,

There is no shopping,

Just a sweet prize,

The the sky is the limit,

It could be thick,

Heavy,

Or smooth as butter.

Gifted in a box,

The origins of a clown gone horse.

Or a photo taken just after,

Say cheese,

And the warm voice.

Stinging together a young memory.

Built as a moment to be caught by camera,

The subjects,

Unafraid and whimsical.

Wrapped in a bow and gifted,

The sweet prize of laughter,

Of joy.