a child's smile sings

of angelic innocence,
an understanding of the unseen,
the joy of spinning round
like a top .

stuffed raccoons
and puppies,
teddy bears
and llamas too,
lay about the floor
like the shadows
of heavenly beings
out to lunch.

the child's laugh
brightens the room
more so than all the world's
candles, or the sun,
could ever possibly do.

collapsing after play
the child sits quiet,
stuffing his face with chips.
he smiles, perfect

grand potato chip smiles