A century ago, poems appeared on the front page of many Ontario newspapers, sometimes with a bit of humour or a lesson embedded. When Grace was in high school, she clipped several newspaper poems and placed them in a scrapbook. The poet was often anonymous, in the same way home-made quilts were unsigned. To recognize April as Poetry Month, I offer a poem written anonymously and saved in Grace’s scrapbook.
A laugh is just like sunshine,
It freshens all the day,
It tips the peaks of life with light,
And drives the clouds away;
And the thing that goes the farthest
Toward making life worthwhile,
That costs the least and does the most,
Is just a friendly smile.