A Poem For Saturday

“An Inheritance” by Naomi Replansky, winner of the Poetry Society of America’s 2013 William Carlos Williams Award:

“Five dollars, four dollars, three dollars, two,
One, and none, and what do we do?”

This is the worry that never got said
But ran so often in my mother’s head

And showed so plain in my father’s frown
That to us kids it drifted down.

It drifted down like soot, like snow,
In the dream-tossed Bronx, in the long ago.

I shook it off with a shake of the head.
I bounced my ball. I ate warm bread,

I skated down the steepest hill.
But I must have listened, against my will:

When the world blows wrong, I can hear it today.
Then my mother’s worry stops all play

And, as if in its rightful place,
My father’s frown divides my face.

(Reprinted from Collected Poems © 2012 by Naomi Replansky. Used by kind permission of David R.Godine, Publisher. Photo of Grand Concourse and E 161 street in the Bronx, circa 1900, via Wikimedia Commons)