Let Me Smile Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez

Let Me Smile



Young eyes,
The age of six.
I'll smile simply for a Twix.
I worry not of others opinions.
Just of my grandmother's superstitions.

Fresh Play-Doh and Crayola crayons,
I smile at the scents.
I feel like life has given me everything.
I'm rich with one shiny coin cent.
I smile,
My happiness is deep.
And I actually like school and I hate sleep.

Questions, questions, questions!
Why is the sky so blue?
Is there anything more mightier than you, Mom?
To me that can't be true!

How do birds and butterflies fly?
Can I do that too?
Why would you tell me 'no' when at this age I know that 'yes' is much more true?
Too much no, and yes is few.
But never the less, I still love you.

I smile at everything,
The world and its wonders, so many sights to see!
I'm not a grown-up yet, so bad I cannot see,
I know some grown-up sights bring tears, so I hope I'll never be.
Don't' make me see,
Please
Just let me be.
Let me smile freely.

I do not know that years from now I'll be so tired and full of stress,
No, I only see myself happy and in a blue princess dress.
I only fear scrapes on my knees.
And yes, of course, mean, stinging bees!

So let me smile,
Many miles up this road,
That in time will start to bend,
Though it may take a while for me to reach the end.

I'll smile all the way,
So don't you tell me,
'Grow up! '
‘Till you see me again,
Near the end of my road,
With my silvery grey mane,
With some crayons, and a cane.
Let me smile all the same.


-SOH

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 02 June 2014

I read this again and am even more impressed with this later reading. It's probably because I've read quite a few of your poems by now and I'm familiar with your voice. This means when you express ideas you've expressed previously you're building on earlier strengths and that gives credibility. Or you're opening up new areas of experience and I'm willing to follow you because there's a trust between the writer (you) and the reader (me) .

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Daniel Brick 29 April 2014

This is a lovely poem. The way you capture the pure sensibility of a child, still naïve and innocent, is remarkable. But equally remarkable is the way in which this poem suggests the changes that come with growth. And as you well know, the changes that begin in adolescence and keep happening... are often troubling. We simply can't keep smiling. I first encountered you in your comments on the Emerson poem. Emerson wrote (I'm paraphrasing) : No person after reaching maturity can wake up every morning happy. That's where destiny takes over - we have to create the happiness which comes spontaneously to a child. But you know this already, your thoughts already embrace these realities and many more!

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