The Smile She Smiled Poem by Dr. Mary Annie A.V

She smiled always.
I remember when she did, Always.
And I would know nothing was right
Always.
But nevertheless she smiled, desperately, as if it was the thin thread that connected herself with life, with things and people that mattered to her.
I have cried her tears when she did so.For me I saw the unshed tears the creases around her mouth the patience of her gait.

One day: must have been a moment when her smile just said to her no more of this, sit down and weepand she could not, she looked up: the ceiling was so close, the blue sky within her reach she spied from the broken tiles,her saree was so strong, that beautiful saree she loved so well, full of flowers, like a garden ahe always used to say, she draped the end on the fansmiled like a child on the swing.They found her like that roses draped,smiling, swinging.
Yesterday: withthe breezethefragrance of roses filled the room she came in gently smiling, as a child, on a swing.
I see her smile, Always.

I never smile.