art project

again, i break my rule of not letting others do joss' projects for him.

and in the morning what does he say?

he just tilts his head sideways, just a slight degree. then, he smiles a little smile, a little smile that could not really break free.
he does that when he is very, very pleased, because he cannot really say what he wants to say. when he does not know what to say.
he does that when he is happy about something. the shout for joy confined in a half hidden smile. no, not like the mona lisa's.

not at all.

he tilts his head because he cannot really believe that which has been given him. the tilt, a shake of the head in disbelief.

that he was made happy i am sure. because what he does i do too. i think of the artist's hands that worked for him that night.
i tilt my head just a slight degree. and i smile. i close my eyes and a tear streaks my cheek. my happiness is made complete.

i know he was made happy. one day too he will tilt his head, smile his little smile with a tear in his eye. God bless where that apple fell.


God bless and guide those artist's loving hands