Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only 'cause you're lonely they have blamed you?
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
My grandchildren are all wonderful, and of course the most beautiful children that ever lived! (Aren't yours too?)
But when I get photos of the eldest, she always seems to have this half-smile, which so reminds me of Mona Lisa. In fact, I'm thinking I'll give her a new nickname: Mona.
|OK, not exactly excited about the first day of school...|
|Neither one looks happy here. Maybe sugar overload!|
|Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters...|
But I prefer to think of her as keeping a tiny little secret from everyone.
Al la Mona.