Nostalgic Smile (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I have no eyes - looked into the mirror but
couldn't find them - found a gel eye-pencil,
started to draw serious eyes on my face,
wanted to see these eyes when catching
my own reflection somewhere

The intricate and tricky operation made me
realise my smile has changed - I'd tried to
smile in delight just like my paper-doll lying
next to my bed - but my smile is different:
seeing my eyes missing gave me the grace

To accept we age; there's no going back -
there's always more ahead than we've left
behind, thus I'm going to practice drawing
eyes for myself until there are no smudges
left and I can feel totally content with

My older, wiser, nostalgic smile…

(10 August 2014)