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
