Playing with Dad

Published 11:19 pm Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Playing catch with dad

Dave Thompson, Kenai

Playing catch till dark on summer eves

As I not yet a teen

The baseball smacks right in my mitt

Dad pleased with joy unseen

He does not show his pride of son

To do so curbs his gain

The ball comes harder, faster still

My left palm feels the pain

Each pitch he throws to challenge me

To master all my skills

He knows all the curves of life

Patient guidance he instills

I feel a sense of gratitude

My eyes glued on the ball

But he sees more than just a game

His son is standing tall

Though just a boy he fosters me

To reach beyond life’s throw

He readies me for world unseen

No time to take it slow

He nods me forth as sun goes down

I walk out to the mound

He puts his glove hand round my neck

He smiles without a sound

Our time stood still upon that hill

His love, there was no end

I guess that’s just what fathers do

Oh Dad, you’re my best friend