THE BOY WITH THE LAUGHING SMILE
He is bluff and bluster and arrogance too,
The boy with the laughing smile.
He is cocky and clever,
Yet in his eyes are the hidden softness
of blue, blue skies.
He’ll give you a growl, or a shrug or stare,
But he’s not really such a devil-may-care.
At his fingertips are the magic of moments
yet to be told,
And a lifetime of day dreams still to unfold.
Dear God, dare I ask of a world
that seldom smiles,
To look with kindness on this my Child.
Frances Altman dabbles in poetry when the words hit her. She is a former Chicago Sun Times editor and now a children’s writer who has escaped from Chicago and Richmond to settle in Baltimore near her daughter.