I look upon her
and smile
Do not smile
she says
It is not good
she says
It will cause
your face to wrinkle
your lines to deepen

Look at me
she says
I do not smile,
my face is smooth
as buttah
But I never was
one to listen
I cannot help it
my rebellious self
as I smile at the memory
of my grandmother
wrinkles deepening
at the corner of my eyes