The Smile
The smile was a beacon for all,
Arms bore the marks of her life,
As tears washed her beautiful face,
She spoke soft of troubles for her,
But strong for those she loved.
She was a mother shielding hers from harm,
"It's an accident," she told others,
"Clumsy, that's my fault."
But some could see and spoke to her
Whilst others turned away thankful.
They thought, "Better her than me,"
And so life goes on without regrets.
She had her smile,
That was hers to give,
She had her children,
And to them she gave all to live.
Copyright © Alan Short | Year Posted 2009
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