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.
And happy birthday to my big brother.Sentimental Moment Or Why Did The Baguette Cross The Road?Robert HershonDon't fill up on breadI say absent-mindedlyThe servings here are huge
My son, whose hair may bereceding a bit, saysDid you really justsay that to me?
What he doesn't knowis that when we're walkingtogether, when we getto the curbI sometimes start to reachfor his hand
* Post originally written 09/16/10 and posted using Blogger's scheduled post.