We have work-face
The face we wear when we are at what we do
We may be strict, prim, happy or nice
But it is what we are until work is through
Then there's people-face
The face we use when we face them all
We may look strong and tough and tall
But it all ends until here comes nightfall
Then there's home-face
The usual face, the real deal
Tired, lazy, free, that's what we feel
But it is up when work-face is here
Then also there's mother-face
The very known face to every child
Gentle, loving, sweet and very mild
The truth, and home to the family's heart.
Yes faces, different faces
These are what we wear everyday
Different roles different duties
We do these, religiously, day by day
But mother-face is my favorite
Because I feel joyful and very quiet
When my son smiles when he opens his eyes
And calls my name with a voice so nice.(
The face which makes one happy is the real lovely face free from all dramas, seeks comfort in loving an innocent child of nature! great poem.
thats why the world search for multi-faceted talents coz companies are multinational-though some men find it to be innovative as a brand of mothers milk for their gains over another country-others try to vie for internationalism-a better world--inspirations galore...honoured to read this
I like this poem, -yes, even we are used to that face to be our real face. Thank you for reading my poem'Old Man'and your nice comment on that.
I love this poem, it is beautifully written and especially the last verse which show the love of mom toward her child. Thats the perfect face. Good Job. Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have different situations to face so we have to wear different looks. Good observation. Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.