Fatherly Advice Poem by D.N. Rebb

He'll bring her to Sunday dinner this week
It was time to meet his parents
Their blessings, he was trying to seek
Courage better make an appearance

Being in love, the ultimate emotion
She's definitely the one for him
With such grace of a calming ocean
Whose waves sing angelic hymns

Had asked for her hand in marriage
And she naturally answered yes
As she's been trying to encourage
But really didn't want to press

Why then so nervous now
Off course, they'll surely like her
Perseverance must be allowed
Still, the stomach's butterflies stir

She is sweet and intelligent
Works hard at her firm
A room's presence, so elegant
With a downright natural charm

Talked about buying the old house by the river
If only they had more money to put down
Together, dreams are more fun, as he kisses her
Conjointly, they would live just about anywhere in town

She brings flowers for his mom
And a bottle of scotch for the dad
While everyone remains calm,
Better comment on their lovely pad

Short intros all around
Everyone hates small talk
Just simulated polite sounds
Though a little tension first needs to unlock

But they genuinely like her
What's there not to like
As she helps in the kitchen on a spur
Leaving the men on their own strike

Neither saying anything
Sipping the gifted scotch
The alcohol has a calming sting
Both simultaneously look at their watch

Dad, do you like her?
Son, let me tell you something to break the ice
Suddenly, it was the silence he preferred
I was never good at fatherly advice

Could never discuss the birds n' bees with you
And look at you, you still turned out okay
Was always afraid of some wrong miscue
Never wanted to lead you astray

But, we truly indeed love our women
And I can see you certainly adore her
Son, the only advice I have for you then
Is first always look at her mother

That's what she'll be like in twenty years
If you can frankly live with that
Then, (clink) , cheers,
You got my blessings, down right flat