The Memory of your Smile
by Steven Craig
I like the memory of you smiling.
Your eyes see someone that makes your day begin each time they walk in the door.
Your cheeks flushed in fairness.
You hair tossed just so, as if you had run to the door.
Yet, your face is relaxed, your lips beckoning, eyebrows knowing what will be returned.
I know there are days when you may not appear thus.
They echo the chant of knowing that an answer is not always on the others hand.
You have keyed your mind to know that with the least of effort
You know the flow of happiness.
That small quality you submit to returning a thousand times.
In great armfuls even as you are still closing the door.
02/09/2011
