joyce-lynn

on sunday i will see you,
take one look at your smile
(the adult teeth all grown in)
and tell you how much
you've grown, how much you've
changed, what a beautiful
young girl you've become.

i'll tell you i remember
that goofy smile
of years long gone,
your front teeth missing in action.
they were caught in a limbo
between infancy and adulthood---
and god knows you were, too.

maybe you were just a child,
yet i can't help but wonder
if all that thick grey smoke
has since formed clouds
on your blue eyes.





by me.