Smile, Mama.

The moment your children try to cheer you up. I believe in Angels.

Smile, mama,
You look better when you smile,
Don’t be sad,
You look tired.
I brought you flowers I picked from the field,
Do you like them?
Do you think they smell nice?
Oh, look! I found these pebbles,
Can I keep them?
Smile, mama,
You look ugly when you cry.

~ M. J. DeLuna