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
I just stumbled upon this gem. Great work - funny and touching and to the point. Hope you come back and give us some more, Robert. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is lovely. The computerized voice should be removed.