My son, teach me how to smile. So many years polluting my soul I've forgotten how to smile. I keep a catalogue now office smile, party smile, home smile barring my teeth like monkeys do; trying to out smile with fellow 'future generation'.
My son, teach me how to smile. My chins ache, from constantly holding the plastered portraits. The innocence is gone twinkles, laughter, smirks too there is no distinguishing; each is worse than the other, Da Vinci would have been proud.
My son, please teach me how to smile. I see toddlers running and laughing; laughing - the word spears my heart. I want to smile again kissing, poem-ing, joking should release endorphins again I pray my son, keep your smile and teach me how to be a child again.
Miles of Smiles
Miles of Smiles - by Bruce Lansky
Three coffee cups my mother loved
lie shattered on the floor.
Three ripe tomatoes splattered
when they hit the kitchen door.
Three jumbo eggs are scrambled.
But they're not on a plate.
Three loaves of bread are crumbled.
I'll use the crumbs for bait.
Three Barbie dolls have lost their heads.
Three pepper mills are smashed.
Three goldfish died while doing flips.
Three model airplanes crashed.
Three lettuce heads unraveled.
Three onions came unpeeled.
My parents didn't know who did it
till my sister squealed.
My parents are befuddled.
They think that I've gone nuts.
But there's a simpler explanation:
I'm a juggling klutz.
[ send green star]
October 09, 2006 10:54 AM
Hey what's with the sad face? Nothing can be so sad for your beautiful face.
Share with me your sadness. I will show you only gladness.
A problem shared is a problem halved. See, it's not so bad, you can smile, it's not hard.
A smile is infectious, so pass it along. It could be in a poem, or in a song.
A smile makes your heart sing, Makes you feel warm inside, gives it a ring.
So remember my smile, as I will yours. For your sadness, you will no longer endure.
There is something I often notice in God. Do you know what it is? He cries and tries And tries and cries For the transformation-light Of futility's hush: man. There is something I often notice in man. Do you know what it is? He smiles and flies And flies and smiles Like a cosmic god Of freedom-skies