Her Smile, My Reason

A heartfelt poem about an elementary art teacher whose beauty and resilience captivate, inspiring a desire to keep her smile alive.

The first day I saw her, the world stood still,
A beauty so gentle, yet stronger than will.
Her voice, like a whisper, brushed through the air,
As if every word was a stroke of care.

An art teacher, painting beyond the frame,
With colors that danced and spoke her name.
Yet behind her warmth, a shadow resides,
A painful story she softly hides.

Her laughter’s a melody, tender and light,
But I see in her eyes the echoes of night.
A past that has shaped her, both bitter and sweet,
Yet she stands so resilient, unbowed, on her feet.

Each smile she wears is a work of art,
A masterpiece born from a broken heart.
And every time her lips softly curve,
My chest tightens�"my thoughts unnerve.

I long to be near, to add to her glow,
To give her a reason she may not yet know.
To lighten her burden, to stand by her side,
To see her smile bloom and never subside.

For her joy is a light I cannot ignore,
A muse and a purpose I endlessly adore.
And I’ll find my own way, through deed or through line,
To make sure her smile stays forever divine.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading