memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Her smiling face

The smooth face of a pretty young girl of eighteen is an untold story.

Before the heaving swaying voyage

Down the corridor of the years

Before the bounding intake of breath

Before the aching pangs

Of a bad romance

Before the striving

Before churning down the lanes

Of the waters of life

Before eye-opening knowledge

Widens her understanding

And travel broadens her outlook

The smile-lines at the corners

Of her honey-coloured eyes

Her increasing skills

Her gift of caring

All these blessed attributes

Will fill her cup to the brim.

Time, my Lady, in due season,

Shall trace its kindly lineaments

Across your smiling face.

But not yet, my Lady,

Not yet.


Comments on: "Her smiling face" (5)

  1. Tom, that is a really wonderful poem, made me think of my youth…LOVED it


  2. ana lima Guerreiro said:

    Tom, gosto muito da sua pintura. ..força na sua fase “petits cubes”
    Bjs Ana


  3. […] Her smiling face. […]


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