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Poetry Sunday (Not Just for Sunday Anymore), When We Get to the Curb
Khyron Patrick, last month
My beautiful boy, eldest son and heir to the throne, my warrior with a poet’s heart, long and tall and newly fifteen (I want to hyperventilate just typing that); I plan to write a letter documenting the past (crazy, crazy) year of his life, punctuated by goofy pictures of fleeting moments captured on pixel, but the picture discs are all packed up and I am currently crazy with the move. I can’t even get a super current photograph this morning, because the birthday boy himself is still asleep just now and by the time he gets up there will be doings; friends and cake and video games (his wish for this birthday, two big screen TVs in the living room hooked up to two Xbox 360s) and presents and I’ll find myself back out in the garage and out of the way, pricing items for tomorrow’s garage sale.
Khyron Patrick, 6th birthday party
So the sentimental outpourings of my heart when I think of this nearly-man who is my son will have to wait a bit. But I do, at least, have a poem to share. It’s going to make me cry, too, because that’s just how I am about these things.
Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Baguette Cross the Road?
by Robert Hershon
Don’t fill up on bread
I say absent-mindedly
The servings here are hugeMy 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
