Hannah the Face Prophet

Your parents court you
and so does your aunt,
not serious rivals of course.
Your grandfather courts you too.
All of us want

a portion of your smile.
You are just learning
how to make a smile, not
a simple act of construction
it turns out. But the smile
you bear fullfills prayers.

Oh Hannah whose smile is sought,
I am among those who
sit at your feet
mesmerized by hope I can
bring about the lighting of those lips.

You will say, "yes." You will approve.
But what do you give me
when I win your smile?
You just say "yes."
There will be no gift.