Passport Photos

Our passport photos aren’t great
And not because they’re out of date,
For we’d been told no smiles allowed
And to this edict, we had bowed.

On mine, I look like I’m a thug
Or someone yearning for a hug.
My husband’s looks about the same,
A sour face inside the frame.

But now it’s time – we must renew
And no one said a grin’s taboo
So in the pictures we just took
We both display a happy look.

Perhaps the next time that we fly,
Our smiles, to agents, will imply
That doubts ‘bout us should be dismissed –
Too gleeful for a terrorist!