Your laughter hides there, waiting patiently
At the far edges of your mouth,
Ready to possess every pore of your face
From the corners of your crows-feet eyes,
Sweeping gently down those familiar
Lemon-scented, quick, curled lips.
Like soft-padded footprints
Stretched across warm desert sand,
Your smile keeps me company
Long after you have left the room,
Leaving me anticipating your arrival
Emerald eyes pin me where I stand.
Wherever I walk, at all gatherings
Of family clans and meeting friends,
Your laughter walks always with me
Even though photos and memory are
My only evidence left behind
Of your ever being here at all.