Shared by Local Poet Sue Gorange
My Smile has gone ... The old woman said
Where has it gone? The young child asked
Into a closet, behind this mask
The Youngster watched her thoughtfully
Remembering where the smile should be
Can I Get it? he asked his Nan
You can reach it ... Maybe ...
Before you're a man
Is the closet locked? He asked
That door is locked behind this mask
Where must I look to find the key?
I don't know son ...
He climbed on her knee,
Seeing some gentleness in her eyes
He climbed the stairs he found inside
Throwing his arms around her neck ...
In that embrace ... neatly hidden
He found the key that he'd been given
The old woman felt her eyes go moist
Finding some comfort in his voice
The child looked up...
And in his kiss
He found the key his Nan had missed.
For just a moment, on her knee
They shared the smile of memory