Her name was not important. <br />She'd even worked in Canada <br />for a year or two as Brenda Smith. <br />Her smile, however, well that was unforgettable. <br />I remember telling the man <br />that sells loaves of fresh bread at the mall <br />when he'd asked about her. <br />His tears were also unforgettable. <br />How could this man be moved <br />into tears when he'd barely even known her? <br />She was one in a million. <br />Her stride was that of a proud stallion. <br />That woman always greeted people with warmth and dignity. <br />Her eyes told so many sad tales, <br />the kind of stories her lips <br />would always try to hide. <br />Her name was not important, <br />for she couldn't have been anybody <br />but herself. <br />But her smile, well that was unforgettable.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brenda-smith-s-smile/
