Whenever I was sad…Mom or Dad would sit with me a while…
They’d ask, “What’s the matter son…you seem to have lost your smile?”
We’d talk about how the loss of my smile came to be…
about anything and everything that was upsetting me.
When we were finished I always felt better having bathed in their love and concern
but it wasn’t always easy for my smile to return.
When my parents’ noticed this…a thousand times they must have said to me,
“The beauty of a smile is in its simplicity.”
“We were created with an infinite amount of smiles.” They’d say
“Which means when one leaves our face…there is another smile underneath
eagerly waiting to take its place.”
“It may not be today…or tomorrow but over time,” they said, “you will learn…
usually when you least expect it…your smile will return.”
“Since we have an endless supply,” they’d continue, “Smiles are meant to be shared.”
and not knowing how long until my smile wold return…they’d give me one of theirs.
And I wold wear the gift of their smile…allowing it to shine…
until the day I realized….their smile…had blended into mine.
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