She was thigh high and three.
She turned and saw me stare
and then without warning
handed me a smile.
It laid in my palm
and straddled my life line.
I smiled a ‘thank you’ back
and closed my fingers over it.
It was slipped into my pocket
next to keys and some pennies.
There it stayed all day
like a receipt.
I forgot about it.
A few days later
I was scooping out the lint trap
and it was right next to a candy wrapper.
It was faded a bit and wrinkled.
I plucked it out of the fibers
and got out the ironing board.
I set the iron to delicates.
After folding it nicely
I placed it in my drawer
right on top of the kerchiefs,
neatly.
It waits there.
I will fetch it when
the blood runs
and the sweat beads
and the tears roll.
I will wipe her smile on my face.
I have a child named Zoe. Zoe means ‘life’. It was another Zoe at Sam’s Club who handed me that smile. Thank You!
Take some time today to for some handouts…give your smile to someone, it might surprise them later in their lint trap.
Great imagery!
oh jerry….a smile is such a precious gift..love how carefully you handle it, how you value it…i was smiling like a honeycake horse all through the poem…smiles