Mother's Smile

How vivid her quick smile, full years could not erase the memory. The smile she woke me with, from midday naps. Today they soothe and come when clouds and squalls of strife pass through. An anchor has been forged between the bed, so small back then and any time I rest my aging head, never alone, she seems to hover unobtrusively, nearby, for me upon my signal, in a heartbeat her ready smile will come like genie from the bottle and sit right on my pillow, with not a single word. The miles have now outdone even the years, and I do wonder if there is sadness on her face, perhaps some unshed tears. So very soon I will just stand there like the boy inside his cot there at your grave, in awe and, just like him, be waiting for your smile.