Play Ball With Me
His brown eyes gazed so pleadingly,
"Mama, please play with the ball and me."
"Dear Son, I would like to play with you,
but I have so many things to do."
He turned away without a word,
and it's been long since I have heard
"Mama will you play with me?"
If I could go back to used to be,
I'd ignore the dishes and unmade bed,
to play with my precious child instead.
Made beds and done dishes he doesn't recall,
but rather when he and I played ball.
Floors stay to be cleaned another day.
Too soon his childhood has gone away.
I no longer am his all in all
and hear no longer, "Mama let's play ball."
Written for Debbie's contest Won First place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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