Brenda Smith's Smile Poem by Amanda Lukas
Brenda Smith's Smile
Her name was not important.
She'd even worked in Canada
for a year or two as Brenda Smith.
Her smile, however, well that was unforgettable.
I remember telling the man
that sells loaves of fresh bread at the mall
when he'd asked about her.
His tears were also unforgettable.
How could this man be moved
into tears when he'd barely even known her?
She was one in a million.
Her stride was that of a proud stallion.
That woman always greeted people with warmth and dignity.
Her eyes told so many sad tales,
the kind of stories her lips
would always try to hide.
Her name was not important,
for she couldn't have been anybody
but herself.
But her smile, well that was unforgettable.
You demonstate how powereful it is to leave something unsaid in a poem. -'the kind of stories her lips/would always try to hid'. Whatever the answer is to the man who asks about her, for it to bring him to tears, is all we need to know. Each reader's imagination will have an answer.
HEART-RENCHINGLY BEAUTIFUL! ! ! That woman always greeted people with warmth and dignity. Her eyes told so many sad tales, the kind of stories her lips would always try to hide. Her name was not important, for she couldn't have been anybody but herself. But her smile, well that was unforgettable...WOW! This is such a brilliant piece Amanda Take care Love duncan X
A beuatiful story from you, written with tenderness and warmth. I like this poem
Thats right. sometimes a smile makes someoene day. love this poem.
Lovely poem.. I agree, a beautiful and warm smile can never be forgotten.. HBH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a nice write Amanda, a lovely story with a nice mental picture one can conjure up. Love Ernestine