PTSW: Sentimental Moment

Perhaps this poem by Brooklyn's Robert Herson will help my daughters understand me better. I know you are grown, but I also see those shining two- and ten- and sixteen-year-old eyes shining from your faces.

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   

- by Robert Hershon