I'm the Wild One

She told me to draw-
“a face, perhaps. “
“any specific face?” I asked
“a young face- sweet,
with a smile. “
I sat and pondered her request a while-
what came out, I could not have guessed,
I watched her mouth
as she slowly processed-
“her eyes are shut,”
she said with a furrow
“they are.” said I, with a hint of sorrow-
“to age is to see and to see is to ache.”
“oh my dear,
I think you’ve made a mistake.
To smile is to know and to know
you must see—
all that holds pain
holds equal beauty.”

(written by Lisa Albinson illustrated by Lisa Albinson)