My father’s beard
My father,
with sprouting beard,
and dancing eyes,
returning from the Maine woods,
smothered his face,
with creamy lather,
at my mother’s
razor command.
-SRB January 7, 2024
Art, Music & Architecture
My father’s beard
My father,
with sprouting beard,
and dancing eyes,
returning from the Maine woods,
smothered his face,
with creamy lather,
at my mother’s
razor command.
-SRB January 7, 2024
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Ouch!!!! That’s a good poem and very painful. The contrast of dancing eyes and razors… that’s our childhoods