Sarah Ruhl

There was a family in whose home rule
a tradition grew. It was called Pig Night.
Once a week the children would play the fool,
which gave birth to future adult insight.

On Saturday morn pancakes served with word
etymology, a father’s parlay
of hungry children and language flavored,
which gave birth to a sweet tooth for word play.

A mother’s grand entrance in character,
reciting lines of a bald soprano
before children who did drink this nectar,
which gave birth to life’s jubilant echo.

The coup de grace in this wondrous Sarah -
her light touch of Ovid’s lingua franca.