A Poem for a Thursday #298

Robert Hershon was born in Brooklyn, NY, in 1936. He was a poet and a publisher. Hershon published over a dozen poetry collections and was the co-founder and co-editor of Hanging Loose Press and Hanging Loose magazine. This poem made me think of my son, who is a full-grown adult yet, somehow, still my baby.

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

Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Bauguette Cross the Road?
Robert Hershon