Sonnet 9 'she Said a Thousand Things With One Sweet Smile'

She says a Thousand things with one sweet smile, And all that’s Broken comes together, repaired! The Buddha sat, sometimes, not saying a thing, Ah WHAT a LIFE together we have shared! For twenty-seven sweet years, we hurt and helped, We grew, and changed, and fell behind, sometimes, And if she stepped on me, and then I yelped, She was sorry, and made certain she was kind Afterwards… And I, when I fell short, or hurt her heart, Apologized! Loved! Till I won her back, Of her, of me, of each other, we are a part, Though she has died, of Love, there is no Lack! I feel her Warmth about me all the time! And all her Wisdom went into this rhyme!