Smile Would Crack Her Face

Have you ever heard someone
who is really dour
described in this way –
“You’d think that a smile
would crack her face!”?

Well, for a week,
that was me!
I had a cold-sore on my lip
that just wouldn’t
go away.

I couldn’t really smile
and could only give
a wee, tiny, polite, sort of a smile –
I couldn’t just
break into a grin.

I had to use
my own special cup
and my own special towel
so that I wouldn’t infect
anyone else.

I felt like such a germ-ball.
Worse than that,
a germ-ball who couldn’t smile!

At last
my cold-sore disappeared
and I can now smile again –
YEE-HAA!

Thank You, Lord,
for the gift
of being able to smile again
(especially when I want
to laugh out loud
at one of my husband’s
outrageous comments!)

In Conversation With God