Sunday Smile

Liberally apply mascara,

then paste on my Sunday smile.

I wear it like a pair of socks

to cover dirty toes

The smile is received well

by other painted smiles.

We are all happy;

frowns don't get to heaven.

If anyone knew

I didn't sleep again last night,

my baby's cries frustrate me,

or that I don't want to be friends

with everyone

they might tell me to pray more,

or read my Bible more.

Maybe they'd understand

because they're the same.

But this is not the time or place;

here we are beaming examples

of bliss.

I wore my Sundsy smile

to church this morning,

now I need a bath