Grave Event Of Great Portent 5.16.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Oh grave event of great portent – my
fifteen-year old daughter allowed by
her dad to ask a boy to come over,
meriting her endless sermons all
night through by her solemn dad

On how to behave, what not to do, how
the boy will be evaluated, what would
happen if dad doesn’t approve, why
he is allowing this, how impressed
he already is noticing that

The young man does not walk with his hands
in his pockets, greeting everybody with great
social acumen, good breeding and all that,
self-confident; my heart swelled
with pride

Firstly because my daughter should be at-
tracted to the right guy, secondly her dad
wants to protect her so much, thirdly and
most importantly – I like him too! –
easy-going and mischievous

The kind of guy any mother can relate to,
like my brothers at school…