Robert Hershon


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

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Sue S. (1/1/2010 10:04:00 AM)

    I hope you always 'start to reach for his hand'. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Chuck Audette (5/17/2005 6:56:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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