A Simple Smile

They say you can tell what a person is thinking by the expressions on there face, But what if all they are doing is smiling? What are they thinking then? I like to sit in a garden of pure beauty, surrounded by flowers of every colour, The sweet smell of roses, Red, pink, yellow, black and white, With the thorns pricking out, not to hurt but a warning not to get to close. Tree’s of soft pink cherry blossoms that smooth the touch, An ocean glass and white gravel floor reflecting the light of sun And in turn giving the flowers a more sparkling essence, These are the things that make me smile. I like the smell of a piping hot Sunday roast, not just on a Sunday, The way the peas, carrots, Brussels, string beans and the rest of the vegetables look, Boiling away, each in there own respective pans, The thought of my leg of lamb cooking away idly sitting in the oven, The smell driving me wild, playing on my taste buds , making my mouth water with desire, Watching the Yorkshire puddings and stuffing balls rise to shape, Looking ever more crunchy, then as I steer at perfection it only gets better, As I pour on a helping of minted gravy, These are the things that make me smile. When I look into the eyes of my partner and see the sorrow she feels, Knowing that I can make it all go away with a simple song and a slow dance, And when I think of how hard she tries to make me happy, Not knowing that just being there by her side is all I will ever need, Just to know the fullest feelings of joy and love by just a small kiss to the forehead While she sleeps and all the wonders of being a dad to the sweetest yet sometimes Ungrateful children who’s constant smiles bring meaning to my life, These are the things that make me smile. So the next time you see someone smile and start to smile yourself, Spear a moments thought to try and figure out why there smiling, It may not always be pleasant or even good , but then again, What can a simple smile hurt?