Catch

My beautiful little boy just received a 3rd strike life sentence Catch I wish I could play catch with my son The way I used to do It was on a bright sunny day No happier time I knew Back and forth the ball would fly With the pop of the mitt We also played a secret game Who would first drop it The happy little golden boy back then He was my joy and pride As he caught the ball and tossed it back My pleasure I could not hide With the time that has passed now As hope turned to despair I find refuge in my God and remember My boy with the golden hair Trials and tribulations have crossed Both our Earthly paths The pains we both endured so far Surely will not last I pray to God and hope the best With heavenly certainty We’ll play catch in glorious days For all eternity