Greased with shades of black, green, and brown,
Furrowing eyebrows with developing beads of sweat rolling down,
Curving lips resembling only the slightest frown,
My father's face is alive and alert

Calming eyes looking towards the ground,
Closed lips not even whispering a sound,
A perfect example to those all around,
My father's face is reverent

Squinting eyes seemingly glowing red,
Thoughts more visible outside the head,
Alarming looks whispering, "You're dead,"
My father's face is about to explode

Smiling eyes holding memories from over the years,
Talking lips to help guide away from fears,
Caring eyebrows making the worries disappear,
My father's face is tender and caring

Sparkling eyes that glint with moving cheek,
Infectious laughter making others squeak,
Radiant smile seeming nothing short of unique,
My father's face is the happiest face of all.