The poetic city: On the family trip, her smile

A smile that goes on forever. (Photo: Wiki Commons)

On The Family Trip: Her Smile
If I die before 
my granddaughter 
grows up, 
I will die knowing 
that I’ll be remembered, 
even if she doesn’t 
remember me… 
I will know it 
by virtue of the smile
she gave me when 
I happened to be
the first person 
she saw this morning
on the family trip. 
Reece Burka 


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