A baby’s blank smile
That sends parents
Into raptures
She smiles at me
Says mother dear
No, no at me
Says hopeful father

The toddler only smiles
In recognition
Of a loving mother, father
He chuckles
Blows bubbles
The world around him

A mischievous child
Does chortle
When he gets into a muddle
Hoping to be excused
For crimes, breakages
And messes
Created in play taking risks

Teenager time is difficult
Adjusting to changes
Fraught with emotions
School to ‘varsity transition
Dirty jokes evoking sniggers
The hormones are rampant
With silly giggles at opposites

The young turn to simpering
Romance in the air blossoming
Talking on the mobile long
Laughing, crying, wailing
Finally hands bonded with promise
On the altar of love
Hopeful smiles radiating

Age creeps up with responsibilities
Home, work, life a balancing
Allegiance, commitment
Coupling and creating
Other lives demanding
Attention, money and time
There’s little time for smiling

Middle age adds to the frowns
The wrinkles and letdowns
In the bottle do they drown
Sorrows and life’s groans
Barely remembering the times
When something was there to laugh
To smile, to feel joyful about

Old age rushes in with aches
Pains, sorrows and regrets
The smiles are rueful
The dentures inhibits
Beams are from mouths
Inspite of no sunshine rays
Bodies blasted by winds, gusty gales

By now there is nothing left to worry
Grieve, sorrow or believe
Smiles, laughs, chuckles and chortles
Are freely released to empty houses
It takes 43 muscles to frown
But only 17 muscles to smile
Leaving at this age just smiles

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where Akanksha, Anu,  Ashok, Conrad, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie11, Nema, Noor,Ordinary Joe, Paul,Maria the Silver Fox,  Padmum , Rohit, Will knott, and I write on the same topic. Please do visit the linked blogs to get seventeen different flavours of the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by  Grannymar.

About padmum

You could call me Dame Quixote! I tilt at windmills. I have an opinion on most matters. What I don't have, my husband Raju has in plenty. Writer and story teller, columnist and contributer of articles, blogs, poems, travelogues and essays to Chennai newspapers, national magazines and websites, I review and edit books for publishers and have specialized as a Culinary Editor and contributed content, edited and collaborated on Cookbooks. My other major interest used to be acting on Tamil and English stage, Indian cinema and TV. I am a wordsmith, a voracious reader, crossword buff and write about India's heritage, culture and traditions. I am interested in Vedanta nowadays. I am now an Armchair traveller/opinionator/busybody!
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6 Responses to SMILE

  1. Delirious says:

    Great job! You covered the whole spectrum of smiles in just a few verses. I didn’t know the fact about the muscles it takes to frown or smile. I would like to think that my wrinkles are smile wrinkles, and not frown ones. 🙂


  2. Grannymar says:

    A life cycle of smiles! I knew there was a difference in the muscles used for smiling and frowning, but could not remember the exact figures.


    • padmum says:

      There is so much information stored in our hard disc (read skull). When we want it, we don’t remember. I cheated–checked it up on the Internet’s hard disc!! 🙂


  3. blackwatertown says:

    Some say babies’ smiles are just wind – but I know better.
    Some say babies’ words are not words at all – but I know better.
    Some say babies nuzzling into your neck are merely preludes to dribbling down your back – but I know bett… actually, that one is true.


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