by Michael Estabrook

We tried to raise our children
with a modicum of culture:
art, music, theatre, literature, philosophy, history . . .

But today they’re adults and:
Our son, the eldest, wouldn’t touch a play
with a 10-foot pole, abhors museums.

The middle one married a jock
so it’s SPORTSMANIA over there, the children
in softball, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, gymnastics . . .

While the youngest began strong in theatre,
on an academic path towards her PhD,
she washed out and now sells insurance.

Probably all our fault though
because we played classical music
every night during dinner.