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
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
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
That Russian lady had great skin!
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