Sentimental Moment Or Why Did The Baguette Cross The Road?

Don't fill up on bread
I say absent-mindedly
The servings here are huge

My son, whose hair may be
receding a bit, says
Did you really just
say that to me?

What he doesn't know
is that when we're walking
together, when we get
to the curb
I sometimes start to reach
for his hand

by Robert Hershon

Comments (3)

The poem is lovely. The computerized voice should be removed.
I hope you always 'start to reach for his hand'. Lovely poem.
I just stumbled upon this gem. Great work - funny and touching and to the point. Hope you come back and give us some more, Robert. -chuck