I know that closed expression,
hiding the cracks, best you can,
with far too many eyes observing.
Your privacy only thinly found
when doors are closed,
Focus on that corner
because this one has too much in it.
No matter how you spin it, big papa,
you need cotton covers
with smiling, and bare feet.
Silent moments framed by cupped palms
that know how to properly clasp
your tired face.