"a man with a smile..."

~for my new and loverly friend~

a man with a smile
a new friend who is glad
he asks me a question 
and i oblige to answer.
i continue to give in
his kind look keeps me there
God knows what I need
and so he sent me this angel.
we talk and converse
i am overjoyed,
but yet,
i don't know him still.
decent clothing
a light-green shirt,
tan pants with several pockets, 
darker skin
and a thick accent.
it hints at the desert
an engineer
with paint too on his fingers.
a device of some sort
which he confuses with 
the literary ones.
i teach him my forte
and he listens intently.
with genuine interest on his face, 
he asks me if i write
-i am in the poetry section-
i answer with a kinda,
and a smile of understanding meets me;
we then discuss school
daily classes, etc.
then onto my future,
i'm happy and quick to respond
my dreams are exciting to me
my dad is brought up
and i praise him, 
then more onto how 
i gained that knowledge
he smiles and is happy
then he begins to let me go,
he allows me to go back to 'writing'
and i unwillingly say goodbye 
i thank God for that man.
the man who smiled.

-Isabel Aanya Leigh