Poem: Thank You

A boy of seven, almost eight
Who couldn't wait, he rushed
His bicycle to the street, didn't
Check lest he meet a vehicle
And nearly meet it, he did.

But the driver had children of
His own, some bicycles too
And knew: sometimes a boy
Doesn't stop, or pushes far
Though he should not.

He swerved and missed
The front wheel, then raised
His open hand to me, his father
As if to say: "We're both lucky"
And I, silent, waved back.

                    -Mark F. Herron

Mark Herron

Mark Herron is a Rocky River resident. He enjoys writing in his spare time. Comments on his poem can be lmade at http://theouterringblog.blogspot.com/2014/10/thank-you.html.

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