Poetry

That Smile

No, not hers

though I had never seen her glow

like that

nor had I seen her float on air . . .

it was his smile, a dear friend

trapped in the ugly snares

of this vale of tears

and he smiles

with her.

That boy would find ten pounds of goodness

in a five-pound sack labeled “bad”

but he would not

keep any for himself.

My friend–and her too–here’s to you

and the many, many

good and happy years

ahead.

Be well, be good,

stay blessed

in Him

who brought you together.

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