If
I could write the beauty of your smile—
The
split in your face that’d light up a mile,
I’d
thank the One that gave me the gift
Of
something that makes my spirits lift.
If
I could write of the light in your young eyes—
Innocent,
observing, often youthfully wise,
I’d
thank the One who breathed life into you
For
you do teach me one thing or two.
If
I could write of the sound of your laughter—
Glorious,
sweet melody that rings forever,
I’d
praise He who gave you the gift to speak,
For
you lighten up a day so bleak.
I
think of you, dear child, and I smile too,
Even
in this early morning hour of two.
Never
mind this aching hand of mine,
Bound
in schoolwork since last night’s nine.
I
clench my fist and my joints make a sound,
I
turn my shoulders round and round.
I
look out and I see the start of a new daylight—
Will
I finish describing you, if I could write?
