"A good story, no matter how modest, is a form of prayer."

-Lee Siegal

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A Smile

I wrote this poem when I was 11. But I could have written it yesterday about my roommate:



A Smile (II)

A friend smiles at me.

It glows and shines like

a warm fire.

It brightens my demanded heart.

Her smile strengthens the universe.

She smiles at me.

I smile back.