Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)


We stood together on the museum floor
and the Mona Lisa smiled.
You held my hand, then looked at me
with tender eyes so mild.
I smiled and heard you say to me
'I'd rather look at you.'
and as we left Mona Lisa watched
and once again she knew
what a smile can do.

Submitted: Sunday, September 26, 2010

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