Just Something In My Eye
Have died a hunnerd little deaths
Awatching you wicker-walk thru the
Tribal trials of teenagerdom.
You’ve done well, Lord Vader.
Homework, projects, exams,
Tests, no-account peer-pressures,
And, shudder, boys.
But today you outshone yourself;
As the old man walked into the room,
You stood up
And gave him your seat without his knowing you’d abandoned yours.
No, it’s nothing;
It’s just something in my eye…
Pride, in my wonderful, well-mannered girl-woman-heir-child.
Now, go practice your violin.
Your peanut butter sandwich will be waiting—