No Small Peanuts

How the little things can move us And revive forgotten memories Like the ones that stirred me recently And brought joyful thoughts abundantly Of time with my dad at Rockies games. He would seldom purchase anything Except peanuts in the shell. From little bags the cracking tells Of satisfaction and salty smells… Of time with my dad at Rockies games. It was a kind of ritual there The call: “get your peanuts here!” He would skip the sweets and beer Simple peanuts drew him near To time with my dad at Rockies games. His hands and mouth were happy While watching the game and shouting Like so many other outings Peanuts a’plenty went with the routing Of time with my dad at Rockies games. It is not the size of a thing that matters It is the people we love that go with it. A small, simple peanut I must admit Is nothing without my family in it. I miss times with my dad at Rockies games.