He snuggles close on my lap,
dear boy with tears dripping,
heart as broken as the toy that fell apart.
“Can you smile?” I ask, brushing droplets away.
An emphatic shake of the head.
No. No smiles.
So I wink and draw in a shocked breath,
“You lost your smile?” I clutch him tight,
“What shall we do? What shall we do?
No smile? Oh, dear.”
And at the strange expressions and exaggerated tone,
what once was lost is found.
So sweet! =)
Thank you for making me laugh today 🙂 – and I’ve re-gained my smile too 😀
🙂
Just perfect… Have a great weekend Natasha! 🙂 ~ Blessings out, Amy
I LOVE this!
Ah, thanks. 🙂
He is so sweet! what a precious gift he must be! 🙂
Oh, my, yes. He is a precious gift to me.
I started watching him and his big brother almost 2 years ago now and it has been a wonderful balm for my mother-heart. 🙂
Awww!
🙂