My life began without a grin.
   I learned it.
My baby mouth demanding food,
   Upturned it.

At one end.

A grin—yes, lopsided.

My day now begins with shaving;
   Mirror stark.
I turn an end up still,
   Cuts through the dark.

My grin is my second best friend.

Our souls demand soul food,
   A grin’s a start.
The upturned end is cued
   Right to my heart.