Monday, February 6, 2012

The story behind your smile

My 90-year old Lola


It must be from the flowers
that endlessly bloom
in your well trimmed garden. 
Maybe it's from heaven's answers
to your daily murmurs to God at dawn; 
Or from the quiet satisfaction of looking
at your beautiful assembly of dusty
and cobwebbed memories.

Wherever it comes from, I hope you tell it everyday.



                                                                                                 
                                                                                                          



                                                                                      
                                                                                                                  

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