I like the precise and delicate way you describe two kinds of SMILES. First, is the grown-up's smile which lingers for a while. Then the baby's which hesitates for a moment and then covers the whole face. This poem is like the quick sketches from life that my friend, Sonya, the painter, does in her notebook. They both capture life as it passes
so quickly, those endearing moments that make us smile when we remember or are reminded.
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I like the precise and delicate way you describe two kinds of SMILES. First, is the grown-up's smile which lingers for a while. Then the baby's which hesitates for a moment and then covers the whole face. This poem is like the quick sketches from life that my friend, Sonya, the painter, does in her notebook. They both capture life as it passes so quickly, those endearing moments that make us smile when we remember or are reminded.