You can see it in the curve of a smile,
Feel it in the touch of the fingers.
It’s in the crinkle of the eyes,
And in the droop of the shoulders.
You can hear it in the joy of a laugh,
Or in the pain of a cry.
It’s in the gleam of the eyes,
And the sparkle of a tear.
It’s in the warmth of an embrace,
And the scent of the being.
Stephen Riordan. 26/10/14.