I’m typing this on Monday, arranging to have it published on Thursday. My mother sent it to me; I loved it instantly. I’ve never heard of Robert Hershon before, but this somehow seems right for Thanksgiving.
SENTIMENTAL MOMENT OR WHY DID THE BAGUETTE CROSS THE ROAD?
Don’t fill up on bread
I said 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
Incredible poem!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hugo:
This may be the best way to keep up with your very active mind. Fun.
I have three little pairs of hands I still have the pleasure of reaching for. Thank you for reminding me this will not last forever.
p.s. after some time and thought on my part you inspired my to switch to typepad