Sentimental Me Poem by Sherry PedersenThrasher

Call me romantic
but I like to be wooed with poetry;
your lips shaping the words of
Byron, Tennyson and Patmore.

Nourish me with wild flowers,
steamy lavender baths,
cups of camomile tea.

Sentimental, a girl who survived
Miami nights, Latin love, cooking school-
hours spent classically French-
perfecting lobster thermidor, foie gras,
buckwheat blinis topped with crème fresh & caviar.

I provide refinement
for those who can afford my price.
But my sentimental side sees the value
of a sandwich served
on great-grandma’s chipped china plate,
or the old green chair that sits empty
waiting beside my sister’s books
and worn copy
of Elizabeth Barret Browning’s
Sonnets Of The Portugese
inscribed