Her Smile

She struck my senses, drew my eye
Reflected heaven in her smile
Like a queen, she sauntered by
This is what they mean by style

I'm crestfallen. I'm betrayed

By dowdy garb and calloused hands
I shrink before her as I fade
Then I remember who I am

I'm the goddess of my realm

Creator of my world
Diamonds cannot buy one day
Each moment's peace, a pearl

I prefer the silence of a cool September day

The warming comfort of my child's embrace
The calm and soothing waters of a secluded lake
Simple pleasures, I have modest tastes

I would never want to live a minute in her shoes

Who doesn't know an easy joy like mine
I can't help but pity her the love she doesn't have
Now I can see the envy in her smile
 
© Teresa Mayville