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.
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So sweet! =)
Thank you for making me laugh today 🙂 – and I’ve re-gained my smile too 😀
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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!
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