Considerate Man Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Following a phone call
To report his dilemma,
I’m sitting on the front porch
Waiting for my biker son
To arrive with a flat tire;
in need of a ride.
Of all the times this mom
Waited for him as a teen
To return home safely;
What I wouldn’t have given
For cells phones, the assurance
Of a call like this back then.
Thankfully, he grew up safely;
And I smile to myself knowing
He’s also managed to grow up
To be a considerate man as well.