SMILE

Pasatiempo - - KIDS' POETRY - by He­lena Mer­lino Age twelve, Santa Fe School for the Arts and Sciences

She used to tell me sto­ries. I would bring her tea, and she would tell me about her trav­els and ad­ven­tures around the world. When I was feel­ing sad she would let me cry on her shoul­der un­til the

tears stopped. As they dried she would say some­thing so funny that I could not help

but laugh. She told me about her time in Paris. As I got older the sto­ries got more mean­ing­ful, With hid­den mes­sages in be­tween the lines. When I asked her what they meant She would only smile, bit­ter-sweet, and I never un­der­stood. She spent her whole life smil­ing, Even as I sat be­side her. When she drew her last breath, and Her heart grew cold, like the snow that blew past the win­dow onto the

frozen ground below.

She told me about her time in Paris. As I got older the sto­ries got more mean­ing ful, With hid­den mes­sages in be­tween the lines.

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