My mother-in-law was on the committee for a Poetry and Art festival in her county. She encouraged me to participate, attend, and even teach a poetry workshop. Because I was feeling overwhelmed with work and life at the time, I declined the teaching and the attendance, but I did write a poem. The theme for this year’s festival was “Family Ties,” which immediately made me think of the television show from the ’80’s. Here is my submission. (I apologize for the huge text size and funky formatting. I can’t figure out how to make it look better than this right now!)
What would we do, baby
Each week, we sat on our couch
looking through the window at their lives.
It was fiction, just a TV show
But maybe it was more.
Michael and Elise
the solid foundation for a family
(despite their hippie roots)
Singing folk songs in the kitchen
Embarrassing their children
with their evident love for each other
Showing us real marriage lasts
In spite of occasional squabbles and spats.
Alex thought he was so much smarter
Until they put him in his place
And all the teenage girls swooned over
the handsome young
Future Business Leader of America
trapped in the basement
with not-so-smart Skippy
who had a snot-so-small crush on her
And we learned
that even a ditz can fix an electrical problem
If she imagines the fuse box
is her hair dryer.
Well, who remembers anything about Jennifer?
A mere TV show, yes.
But perhaps our real lives
were influenced by their
Maybe we learned
to love each other
to be hard working but humble
to focus on our strengths
to do something memorable
And who knows?
Maybe I wouldn’t be a Republican
If Alex P. Keaton
Hadn’t been so dreamy…
Sha la la la