A genteel couple of an era past -
there in the center of their parlor stand.
Their daughter sits nearby, eyes downward cast.
Her face displays a tinge of sadness, and
across the room, by an ornate fireplace,
a boy that I perceive to be her love
stands with uncertainty worn on his face.
To all who view the scene, the topic of
this painting seems quite clear: the household’s head
does not seem pleased. He’s glaring at the lad.
The wife is calming him from something said;
although the circumstance might be quite bad,
she softly speaks with one hand on his chest . . .
and love will triumph, for good wives know best!
For the Charles Haigh Wood Poetry Contest