She doesn’t look all that unpleasant,
Though her mien is a bit downcast.
One thinks at the start of a meeting:
‘Oh my, how long will this last?’

But, then she smiles.
Oh my, goodness, her smile!
The rains can just patter away;
And yes, you could linger awhile….

Her glance is rather cutting,
Because wants to see, to understand:
Why does a person think those thoughts?
What are those strengths that make the man?

But when she smiles—
You want to give the best answers;
To unravel life’s wrought tangles;
While finding the cure for all cancers.

So, she’s really quite nice,
Faith, with a christian grace;
But, then she smiles:
Oh, my goodness, such a smile!
You know, dear youngish lady:
There’s something brightening about your style.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 15, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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