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