86. Smile always if you can son.(10 May 15)

This is inspired by a photo Ange Hardy shared on Twitter this morning so I thank her for the inspiration.

I saw in her picture myself with my own mum behind the lens. And I tried to see through my mothers eyes, and to see the thoughts that she would say. What prayer might she whisper? I wanted to try and narrow this down to an end point that distilled how my mother would feel taking this picture of her young boy with his toothy grin. To finish with that one line that might define that kind of unconditional love that I’ve always been secure in.

86. Smile always if you can son.(10 May 15)

He pulled all the power he could muster,
From his four years of experience,
And staring at the camera,
Mischievously determined,
To smile his way into eternity,

While the eyes that stared back,
On the other side of the lens,
From the future of his posterity
So longed to utter gentle advice,
To share the guidance time had given them,

“Don’t try so hard my son,
The smiling it should come easy,
It’s the crying in life that’s hard”,
But the maternal overrules the eternal,
And so his illusions chart their own course.

As she hoped the smiling always won.
Always the smiling,
Smile always if you can son.

© Jim Laing 2015.

About Jim Laing

The Buddha said there were four kinds of people. Those who run from dark to dark, those who run from light to dark, those who run from dark to light and those who run from light to light. From a life going from dark to dark to having a few years running from dark to light, with scuffed hands and knees from sometimes falling, I may be getting the hang of it now. How it began is not now how it is, I need a quiet space, After the noise of the day, So I take sanctuary in the creativity, And my soul feeds, On sometimes dark, Sometimes light fantasy, And I dare like many to work, But stay up off my knees, To dream, perchance to suffer, But always still to dream. Here are things mostly lyrical and poetic, with nonsense sometimes, reviews and personal musings. The coffees hot and always black. The words not necessarily so.
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