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Following a phone call to
Let me know that he was
Only a short distance away
And needed a ride home,
I’m sitting on the front porch;
Waiting for my biker son
To come walking up
With a flat tire,
And thinking to myself,
“Dear God...
Of all the times I waited for him
When he was a teenager
To come home safely,
What I wouldn’t have given
For cell phones and an assuring
call like this back then.”
I am so grateful he grew up safely;
I can’t help but smile
Knowing he’s also grown up
To be a considerate man as well.
Carolyn Brunelle
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