He was the kind of bonny teddy bear, in gentle brown hues, that childhood dreams of night and day are made from. His fur was kitten-soft, his smile as an offered cup to hold-safe childish emotions whatever they may be. In his eyes was warmth, ever a sparkle in their loving-black. As such he was the perfect companion, the perfect hand to hold.
Your smile is the sunshine and the birdsong, it is the silencing of the clocks, it is both the cage and the ever open door.
There are so many ways you smile, and only a few are told with your lips. there are times you smile with the lilt of you voice, or an unexpected bounce in your stride. There are times you smile with your choice of words, or the way you pause to hear a bird sing. Yet my favourite is when you smile with arms that hug, that pull me close and tell me of our bond.
That smile is the prettiest thing I've seen in a while, for it extends to your eyes and deep into your soul. You are the gentle touch, the honesty that is a purity, your childhood innocence so vibrant and free.
His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. I could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and I heard it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed. It was beautiful.
"Your daughter smiles because she is a child, inside is pain and hurt from all that has gone before. It is the way of children. It is for the adults to know this and to show the kind of patient and reliable love they need. Only then can a child show their real selves, allowing the damage to rise to the surface. It comes in waves; it comes in times of safety, hiding beneath the giggles in-between."
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