Today is the day my dad went to be with the Lord eleven years ago. I miss him, but I can still see his twinkling eyes as he fashioned something out of nothing. That was his life.
Lessons from Baseball
My father loved to play baseball,
And on Sunday afternoons
We would file out one and all
Ditching paper with cartoons.
We’d head off to our big backyard
With a Wiffle ball and bat
And even though he could not play,
Along came George, our cat.
The stately elm was our first base
Apple trees would make two more
The plum tree was the perfect spot
For the youngest's on-base chore
The plum tree spot was tucked away
Behind grapevine home plate
Where you could still be in the game
But safely watch and wait.
When we were very young and small
We’d get to swing and swing
He wouldn’t let us quit or stop
Till the plastic bat would ring
We always got a hit off Dad
From tree to tree we’d run
You might get tagged and make an out
But the running made it fun.
As we grew up and moved away
And found someone to marry
We’d still come home for our at bat,
Though base and team would vary.
With energy the baseball games
Were eagerly played anew,
Each soul would take a special place
As our young families grew.
When apple trees were hard to find
And Dutch Elm took first base
Still we could play the family game
Any time and any place
A Frisbee or a heel of bread
As targets for our feet
A vacuum cleaner tube for bat,
Rolled sock for baseball - sweet!
We learned you'd never go without
As long as you could see
Potential in the little things
Nudged to be what they could be.
I try to live by Dad’s wise ways
Whether bread or apple tree
I’m blessed to have the life I have
And that is all I need.
Love you, Dad!
©2012, Donna JT Smith