Smile Poem by Rae Polonsky
Smile
What is a smile?
Something that is forced?
Something that is genuine?
Something that is funny?
Something that is unique?
A smile is something I remember
I remember you loved my smile
You loved me once too.
You held me in your arms.
You never let go.
Then one day I cried.
And you smiled, you laughed actually,
told me to stop.
Let that be known. That to you
a smile is my tears.
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