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.(

naida supnet

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