This is a poem about a father who sometimes forgets
that his son has become a grown-up.
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
from Poetry Northwest, Volume XLI, No. 3,
Poetry Daily, University of Washington, Seattle, WA
Copyright 2001 by Robert Hershon.
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