Traffic slowed us down a bit,
But we made it still on time,
Dropped her off, and found a spot,
Time to unfill my mind.
Looked across the way just there,
Sun glaring in my face,
Saw the most restoring sight,
Over in that big green space.
A ball, 2 mitts , there to throw and catch
And, man, that hit me hard,
For I was taken back to me and mom in our front yard.
It was the Mid 80s, baseball was life,
Every day I wore a hat,
I fell in love with playing ball, because my mother taught me that.
She taught me how to throw and catch
She taught me to play hard,
A lot of life has been formed
From toss in that front yard.
I stopped right here to unfill my mind,
Wasn’t planning on these tears,
But a mother’s love for her son,
Has impacted all these years.
That father son across the way,
Have no idea what they’re doing
But God is in the business of
Helping minds renewing.
That little boy does not yet know
Of what all he will get
From a present father, and baseball pitches, popping in that mitt.
For these days, I am not the boy,
Those years have sadly past
For now I am the father,
Laboring to make it last.
Sitting, reflecting , life is full,
Good Memories are still intact,
A parent throwing with the son,
Sure does have a great impact!
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