Robert Frost

Every so often,
Facebook will remind users
of a post from the past.
Today, I was reminded
that seven years ago,
I posted this:
“I'm a little worried
about my teenage son.
I caught him reading
Robert Frost poetry
in the bathroom......”
He was fifteen.
“You do your best
to raise your children right...
and now this...
what's a parent to do?” I asked.
Sherm posted: “The road
less traveled for sure.”
“They have support groups
for that,” posted Inge.
His uncle Dave said:
“Must have been embarrassing
for him too.”
“Are there counseling
services for that?” friend Don queried.
“At least,” I responded to all,
“he doesn’t pick up his clothes.”