The Corners Of My Heart
I had to make a picture for my love.
Not for a locket or a fixture ,
but for Her memory of me , so we could remember we.
The thing was not contrived or planned
A man
he grabbed His laptop and His camera.
I did NOT remove my hat. It was the thing most proud of.
The first thing that my babay did ,
was tell me I should have flipped my lid.
Next time take off the hat , the hair
is mostly where I need to see.
Go figure that. It must be a woman thing,
my friend pointed out to me ,
My hat , said I , was what I wanted HER to see ,
a man thing , I slyly added.
Next picture will be me , of course,
without the thing. But listen , here
is where the love comes in to this poem.
I begin to smile. I tried to smile at the camera.
But the muscles in my Jaw , just would NOT let that happen.
Not at all. I felt the smile begin
it was in the corners of my heart.
and somehow not even planned , it made it to my eyes,
and then , my babay shined.
It had started in my heart and then
came out up to my face,
and then the smile was in my eyes.
