Wise before her years

"You're smiling again."
She spoke with glee.
She looks in my eyes.
She looks for me.

"You were sad." I say.
It prompts a frown,
Upon her face.
It draws me down.

"I love you. I'm sad,
When you're in pain.
But you're Ok now?
So, I smile again."

She studies my face,
But really my heart,
Takes a pause,
Then let's her lips part.

She smiles with her lips,
She smiles with her eyes,
She hugs me close.
How is she so wise?