PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Aside from poetry, I would draw faces, dresses, houses, and all the interesting shapes or objects that I see, but most especially faces.Right after lunch my mom would take a nap and I am usually beside her being the youngest and her baby. She was a devout catholic,very pious and she only misses mass
when she was sick or if there were no nearby church when she is abroad.She also thinks that all problems can be solve by going to church,and from the entrance of the church, she will
then take on a kneeling position and thus move forward until
she reaches the center of the altar,and there she stands and kisses the crucifix or her favorite saints and gives her deep reverence or piety.I would always be amazed at her deep devotion and her commitment to our religion.

Due to this religious rituals she was used to, and remember, she did this all her life since she married at 17,you can now imagine her poor knees being subjected to this rigorous ritual, so that in the end, you can very well see a circle in each knee, and right in the middle of it.When you are young and for lack of nothing to do, I found it so amusing and I was always in awe at that sight. So she was asleep and I had a pen but I had no paper!!!The two perfect circles were beckoning, as if telling me to, why not draw a face to that perfect circle.

So I toiled hard and with my pen, traced the circle, put those little eyes, a cute button nose and a smiling lips, I did not want to make them look bald, so I added curly locks on top of the head. My, my, my... they not only look so cute but soooo preeetty.It would have been perfect if only my mom did not have an appointment with her Doctor. She was seated
so beautifully, yes mom, you were beautiful,and with so much calm and poised. But Alas! all the patients and the nurse's were all staring at her knees cuz right in front were two beautiful drawn faces with a smile and lush curly hair.

I was still drawing when my mom came in and at the top of her voice , she screamed, VILMAAAAAAA.Your guess is as good as mine, never was I seen near my mom's knees with a pen again for a very long time.But it does prove something, there will be artist and there will be faces....The End.