The First Smile

The first smile, was it in the eyes of the fish

As it roamed ocean delights?

Or in the flap of wings

As a bird flew the heights?

Maybe it was in the lion’s roar

As he felt his muscled bodies power

Or a dog’s tongue licking her pups for

Pleasure at their safe emergence,

Maybe it was on a baby’s face

Or the new parents proud look?

For, one day, eons ago somewhere in this place

a smile changed the world;

And then a smile was sheathed

As we wounded joy.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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