Pleasantly Sorry

A poem I wrote last night while spending the holiday with my boyfriend's family

I found myself in need of a pen

Your childish grin peeks through 

As you enter your parent’s home anew

You look like your mother, laugh like her too

Your father’s silly facial expressions have rubbed off on you

Witty, gentle, kind.

They’ve both intertwined and designed upon your skin

Undeniably, you are their kin

Meeting your Romeo’s family is said to be a duty

That I’d be under microscopic scrutiny

As we play an old-fashioned game of sorry

I truly grasp your family’s warmth

I flash you a sly smile, I win,

and vow to never let you go

Oh, how I love you so

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i used to play Sorry...the game when i was younger...as i grew up i played Sorry, most often for real...so many things i have been Sorry for, but then again so many things I am glad that i did , glad that i experienced.

I am a big shakespeare fan...especially Romeo and Juliet, so i like your reference to the play...and the hope that the Montagues will accept the Capulet girl...and i really like the oxymoron in the title..

j.