Musings by The Poet Loriet
That Little Thing Called Doubt
I was unsure of how he'd feel,
if he'd want me there or not,
but I had to see him, had
to find out for myself.
He was working diligently,
told me they were busy,
and I wondered if I
should stay, but
he asked me to,
so I did.
He was running back and forth,
taking care of things,
other customers, sweating...
but then he paused for a moment,
looked me in the eyes and smiled.
I've never seen such a beautiful
and loving smile before.
I knew it was for me,
that he was telling me
that we were okay,
that he still cared,
and I could suddenly
breathe again...
as I returned the smile
and added a wink
for good measure.
Then, I told him
I wasn't leaving
without a hug.
And I got to witness
another beautiful smile.
Smiles to erase my doubts.
Smiles~meant for me.
Smiles...that were an
olive branch in a dove's beak,
powerful, yet gentle.
Beautiful
awesome
amazing
smiles.
Lori Beal
if he'd want me there or not,
but I had to see him, had
to find out for myself.
He was working diligently,
told me they were busy,
and I wondered if I
should stay, but
he asked me to,
so I did.
He was running back and forth,
taking care of things,
other customers, sweating...
but then he paused for a moment,
looked me in the eyes and smiled.
I've never seen such a beautiful
and loving smile before.
I knew it was for me,
that he was telling me
that we were okay,
that he still cared,
and I could suddenly
breathe again...
as I returned the smile
and added a wink
for good measure.
Then, I told him
I wasn't leaving
without a hug.
And I got to witness
another beautiful smile.
Smiles to erase my doubts.
Smiles~meant for me.
Smiles...that were an
olive branch in a dove's beak,
powerful, yet gentle.
Beautiful
awesome
amazing
smiles.
Lori Beal
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That Little Thing Called Doubt
That Little Thing Called Doubt
