Smile

A poem presenting an intimate moment of self-reflection.

Steam curls, soft and thick,  
a veil that blurs edges, 
softens lines. She stands before glass, 
still dripping, hair damp, 
streaked with silver threads,  
a quiet map of years she’s traveled.

Wrinkles stretch across skin,  
not harsh but carved slowly
like rivers that emboss valleys,  
each one deepening 
when thoughts drift  
to a bed where gentle snores rise,  
a husband wrapped 
in morning’s calm.

Reflection holds 
no judgment,  
only the steady pulse 
of time passing,  
and in that moment, 
a small smile—  
for quiet, for presence,  
for love breathing softly nearby.

Author’s Note

I wrote “Smile” to capture a simple, everyday moment that holds a lot of meaning beneath the surface. Aging is something many of us face quietly, often when alone with our thoughts.

So, this poem came from gentle self-reflection, not filled with regret or sadness, but with acceptance and a touch of warmth because of the life I share with someone I love. Someone who loves me in return. It’s about finding softness in change and comfort in small, familiar things. I hope it reminds you that there is beauty in these moments, even when time leaves its marks.

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