Mama's nasal hair,

Friendship

The unsung hero of the nasal space,
A topic oft avoided, a delicate face,
Mama's nasal hair, a curiosity to share,
A symbol of age, of wisdom, of love and care.
Like sentinels of old, they stand at guard,
Protecting the gates, a fuzzy, wiry ward,
Filtering the air, with gentle, waving might,
Keeping the dust and particles out of sight.
Their soft, downy texture, a gentle caress,
Inviting the eye, to a curious address,
A whispered secret, of a life well-lived,
A tale of laughter, tears, and memories given.
Mama's nasal hair, a token of her age,
A badge of honor, on a wise and weathered stage,
A reminder of the years, of trials and of strife,
A testament to her strength, her beauty, and her life.
But oh, the humor, in this quirky little trait,
A source of amusement, a joke to create,
A lighthearted poke, at the absurdity of it all,
A chance to laugh and smile, at the whimsy of life's recall.
So here's to Mama's nasal hair, a tribute to its might,
A celebration of its uniqueness, in the morning light,
May it continue to wave, like a banner in the air,
A symbol of love, of laughter, and of life beyond compare.
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  • Published: December 8th, 2025 05:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: humor
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  • Paul Bell

    Here's to mama's nasal hair, she's done her time and deserves to show it off.
    Plus, she's got to a time in her life when she's thought to herself, Brad Pitt isn't coming.

    • Friendship

      Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem.

    • sorenbarrett

      Ah so true what one attempts to extricate, or hide is often the marker of who one is and the strengths of a life well lived. Nicely written my friend

      • Friendship

        Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem.

        • sorenbarrett

          Most welcome

        • arqios

          For me it was Nanโ€™s. Mumโ€™s were an inordinate number of moles which she one day had cauterised. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

          • Friendship

            Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem.

            • arqios

              Most welcome, dear Friendship ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              My friend, the blend of playfulness and reverence hits just rightโ€ฆit reads like a love note wrapped in a grin. A quirky subject with a heartfelt pulse. Loved it! ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›



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