Well that was new – the daughter joined our throng,
and sat by me and talked all dinner through.
She didn’t play the anti-social song.
Well, that was new.

And two days in the dad revealed some true
impressions of his past. With ping and pong
he wavered, painting orange shot with blue.

Both showed respect instead of posing strong
pretension – I felt seen and listened to.
It’s tentative, but we three got along
well. That was new.