Smile – Eric Hamilton

It seems fitting that I ran into this man today – the last day of 2015.

As I was leaving a coffee shop this morning, he called out to me to get my attention and then promised he wasn’t the neighborhood bandit. I knew he wanted to sell something to me or ask for a donation. And yet, I walked over anyway and joked about the two of us finding the bandit together and putting an end to his mischief. We laughed.

He introduced himself as a vet that’s been denied assistance by the VA. To try making ends meet he sells his poetry. Without waiting for me to object, he handed me a piece of paper and launched into reciting the first of 4 short poems.


by Eric Hamilton

If we all smile more this world be a better place.

And if we all smiled more they’d be so much more laughter, happiness instead of hate.

So, if we all try a bit harder to put a smile on someone’s face

Imagine the love and power when these smiles meet face to face.

I couldn’t help but smile.

He smiled back and began reciting the rest. I’ll admit, I could’ve been a better listener for the rest of the poems, but his first poem stuck with me. It’s not the most amazing poem I’ve read, but it’s the first poem in a long time that I experienced.

His recitation was a smile for me. As awkward as it was to stand in a public place and have a man recite poetry to me, it was an incredibly pleasant, comforting experience.

I told him I imagined he was selling his printed poems. After he confirmed, I told him that I had a small amount of cash in my wallet and I wanted to give it to him as payment – not for the paper, but for the experience he gave me. Maybe by letting him keep the piece of paper he would give me, he’d be able to make one more ‘sale’ later today? In hindsight, I’ve realized my request may have been unintentionally rude – I didn’t ask how much he thought his work was worth. I just made an offer.

All the same, he smiled at me and insisted I take his poem with me. I wished him many more smiles in 2016 than he’s had this year and I wish the same for you.


Beginning The Black Axe

After picking up The Black Axe yesterday, the kids asked to start reading it together tonight in place of their normal reading session in their own beds.

Abby was so excited when I said, “Yes,” she ran and got the other two Mouse Guard books we have – just to have them near her.

I enjoy listening to my kids read. I really enjoy reading with them. And I love reading Mouse Guard books with them. When we read Mouse Guard, the kids usually select a mice or two to ‘read lines’ for. So, any time they have dialog, they’ll pipe up and read – despite difficult yet lovely lettering as well as rich vocabulary – with great enthusiasm and competence. Martha and I love to see and hear it. It feels like spectacle and probably adds a lot of wonder to what are already emotionally charged stories.

So, a heartfelt thank you, David Peterson, for amazing storytime adventures. – the Bishops