By Diana Raab
In response to “Your Laughter” by Pablo Neruda
Take my diamonds, bury my treasures
and burn my books, but never
take away your smile.
Don’t take back the carnation you picked
as a child, the baby food left on porcelain plates
or that golden light on everything
on the day you were born, son.
Your sadness—each day of it—
pools into the lining of me: those many worlds
on your brow and in your gaze’s shadow.
Let me tug them from you as you sleep
not far from the turbulent ocean:
such mystery and regret.
I smile at you.
You didn’t smile back then.
But you do, now.
I walk away, glowing.
Diana Raab, MFA, Ph.D., is a poet, memoirist, blogger, and awardwinning author of ten books. Her latest books are Writing for Bliss and Lust: Poems. She blogs for Psychology Today, The Wisdom Daily, Thrive Global, and others. She frequently speaks and facilitates workshops on writing for healing and transformation. Also by this poet: "Pacific Sunset" and "My Heart Broke Loose with the Wind"