Smiling despite all: A poem 

On the day the clock doesn’t tick 

On the day when I am sick 

When the breakfast plate does my belly rip 

bringing nausea like a whip 

When skin is itchy from the cold 

When energy is rare like forbidden gold 

I sit and unravel the threads 

of the crossword of the life that I led 

And in the silence of wisdom, I tweak 

the creaking hinges of winters bleak 

Till a happy memory I dare to sneak  

And a smile pops out of my cheeks 

A suffering soul has wordless lips 

a cheering honeyed tea that sips 

And let the days of grief come and go 

Let not to others them show