I figured it out. It took quite a while. It was more than his words It was the tone of his smile. Rather than glisten With childlike glee His eyes revealed pain When they should have crinkled You see. Eyes tell the story Far more than words. His eyes remained steadfast Defying his blurbs. While his lips turned upwards Portraying joke or joy His brow-line remained planted As if disdain was his ploy. Only once did I detect A twinkle of joy On the occasion of loving His wife, grandchild or boys.