Her Smile

Her smile

Her smile shines through her eyes and lips filling me with hope that the time will not fade too quickly.

Her smile holds my gaze, I dare not look away…

The room and time seem to stand still for her smile

Which embraces me, holds me and fills me with happiness and contentment.

One photo can’t hold the moment in time her warm, kind smile brings me.

How does one simple smile from this lady slow my world and fill it with warmth?

You can’t touch it, hold it or keep the feeling forever.

The warmth it gives me is gone as fast as it was given,

For when the time of parting comes, a memory will be all I have.

Her smile leaves me with a brief life—stopping, yearning for another…

Robert W. Becker