Three men, that.... that made my life hell and heaven also.

There are three men in my life

My husband, my son and my dear father

They see me every second whether I am fine

Whether I am sad and whether I ate. They

Also, those men who can scold me that I am The Stupid.

After editing..........

There are three men who shape my days,
My husband, my son, my father’s gaze.
They watch me closely, every hour,
Through joy, through sorrow, through fragile power.

They see if I am well or weak,
If I am silent, if I speak.
They ask if I have eaten yet,
Or if my heart holds some regret.

And though their love is deep, profound,
They scold me too when faults are found.
They call me “stupid,” sharp, unkind,
Yet still I know their hearts entwined.

For in their eyes, both stern and true,
I find the strength that carries through.

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Would you like me to refine this poem into a gentle lyrical style (soft and musical) or a bold dramatic style (strong and expressive)?

Jessy Jacob.