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The Three Smiles

written by: Charlie Bottle

@CharlieBottle

 

“The People whose first instinct is to smile when you first make eye contact, with them are some of Earth’s greatest treasures”

 

There are three smiles I remember,
My mother's smile,
she smiled with her eyes
and her soul opened wide
welcoming you with kindness,
joy and tenderness,
the bitterness of seasons ceased,
and the calmness of placid lakes
reached your heart and you felt
her love enveloping you in stillness.

My Father's smile,
the one happy smile of assurances
that all will be Ok
for life is like the day's transitions,
each one has a promise,
and fear is walking in unfamiliar places,
have faith we will come through
difficulties great and small
teach us lessons we must learn,
His smile wrapped you
in warm confidence.

The Stranger's smile,
reminding you of a relative
but one you just met,
one who could be a friend,
the oasis
in a desert of despair
where each prejudiced
grain of dirt
stares in stolid catatonia
unspoken words that scream,
"You! You will always be a stranger to me!"

In this melee, a stranger’s smile
births hope and says to me,
as I return it with mirrored warmth,
"We are the same You and I,
spending this brief moment
ordained in love, to comfort us
and to validate our existence,
look not to those who deny us
for they deny their own existence,
denying the love of humanity
that was planted in their hearts,
I am you and you are me,
and in this moment
together we are,
Humanity."

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.
Charlie Bottle

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