My mother had a poem tacked up on her kitchen wall about smiles. It started out: There are smiles that make us happy, there are smiles that make us sad, but one worthwhile is the one who can smile when everything goes dead wrong. I think it was a take off from an Ella Wheeler Wilcox poem, but that is beside the point.
Actually I think people have to be careful about smiling when things go dead wrong. It can look macabre. A leer, a grin, an empathetic look, all these things are accompanied by eyes and actions that can change a smile drastically.
But there are smiles that can light up a whole room in a flash. My Muse has one of those. When he smiles it radiates from his eyes, his face, his whole being. It reminds me of babies when their entire body smiles and quivers with joy
There is nothing more beautiful than a genuine, loving smile. It has to be accompanied with something deep inside the person that transforms it from a practiced look to a real feeling. It is rarer than you might think, so whenever it happens you should feel blessed.
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