A thought
A poem that was there in my mailbox
Pieces of me…..
Scattered…..shredded…..
As I gathered these pieces of me from the floor,
I’ve found one piece that has not yet been severed.
It was still in its perfectly-formed shape;
has not been shredded, or trampled into pieces.
I picked it up and looked at it closely -
I realized, it was MY smile.
I shall sew these pieces of myself together
to form a comfortable quilt.
It is going to be colourful.
It is going to be warm.
And of course - “The Smile” -
It is going to be there.
You are welcome to join me -
but only you mustn’t be miserable.
fl0wer said,
November 28, 2007 @ 8:59 am
That poem is beautiful!
ellabella said,
November 28, 2007 @ 10:31 am
Perfect!
soclose said,
November 28, 2007 @ 1:02 pm
Lovely!!
rubyjean said,
November 29, 2007 @ 9:40 am
And it’s you.
You have a beautiful, warm smile, a reflection of your soul.