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
--Robert Hershon
This was my favorite poem when I was 16.
It still makes me smile.
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:( This is beautiful and sad. How come it makes you smile, missy?? It makes me tear up a bit...
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