Thursday, March 18, 2010


I am printing this poem without permission. I am sorry, it is just too good not to repeat.


When I read this, I thought of the day that my dad took me to the Bronx Zoo. I was about 8 or 9. Just me. No sisters, no brother. We stopped at his precinct on the way home, to pick up his pay check-I think. That was all we did, zoo and work. It was the best day ever. Thanks Dad.

Un Bel Di by Gerald Locklin

Because my daughter's eighth-grade teachers

Are having what is called an "in-service day,"

Which means, in fact, an out-of-service day,


She is spending this Friday home with me,

So I get up in time to take us,

On this summery day in March,

For a light lunch at a legendary café


Near the Yacht Marina.


Then we feed some ducks before catching

The cheap early-bird showing of

My Cousin Vinny, at which we share a

Dessert of a box of Milk Duds large

Enough to last us the entire show.


Afterwards we drive to a shoe-store to

Get her the Birkenstocks she's been coveting,


But they're out of her size in green; we leave

An order and stop for dinner at Norm Calvin's

Texas-style hole-in-the-wall barbeque rib factory.


When we get home I am smart enough

To downplay to my wife what a good day

We have had on our own.

Later, saying

Goodnight to my little girl,


Already much taller than her mother,

I say, "days like today are the favorite

Days of my life," and she knows


It is true.

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