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
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Thank you so much for your beautiful poem. It brought me to tears, remembering how I love my kids more all the time. Just spent the weekend with them both, now in their twenties. The words of your peom captured my heart. Thanks, Nancy
Beautiful. Makes me remember something my dad told right after my grandfather died. “I didn’t realize he was old until I understood we had walked all the way around the driveway to avoid stepping up on a curb.”
This poem makes me want to rush home and enjoy my children before they grow up.
OMG — is there a way to bookmark favorites here? This one is just unbelievable/heartbreaking.