Father's Day

A poem for Father's Day, with love to my own father, a man of whose character I have yet to meet an equal. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Sentimental Moment Or Why Did The Baguette Cross The Road?

Robert Hershon

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

And happy birthday to my big brother.

* Post originally written 09/16/10 and posted using Blogger's scheduled post.