Gershon Wolf Poet Narrative

A Boy and a Baseball Mitt

His dad gave him a baseball mitt
   Brand-new, a 'Rawlings,' a perfect fit
The boy's face glowed with happiness and pride
   He hugged his dad tight, then went outside

To play catch with his best friend
   He had to break that mitt in
Make it softer, flexible and pliable
   He'd catch every ball, be 'Mr. Reliable'

The boy played 'till it was too dark to see
   Then raced back home, bursting with glee
Tucked the ball into the pocket of his glove 
   He'd sleep on it that night, his pillow above

So the mitt's pocket would be perfectly formed
   To the shape of the ball it would precisely conform --
Proclaiming, "Dad, you're the best dad there ever could be!"
   Love coming straight from his heart ~ Wouldn't you agree?

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Arturo Michael October 10, 2019 at 8:51 AM A wonderful write...Everything you said here I did... I also got up at 530 in the mornings, tied my mitt to a fence and pitched for an hour before going to school... Gershon Wolf October 10, 2019 at 2:41 PM Wow, Arturo. I'm impressed! 5:30 a.m. wake-up call for pitching before school. Lazy me. I wasn't up 'till 6:15 a.m., for my pre-school baseball games. (We used to meet in front of the school about 7:15 a.m., and play for an hour or so). Thanks for the reminisce. (Hey, maybe the Dodgers can use you next year. I hear they dumping Kershaw, after last night!) Smiles, Gershon

Matthew Anish October 7, 2019 at 5:51 PM There is magazine called Spitball which is full of poems and stories all about baseball. Glad to see your work today! Peace & Love Matthew Anish Gershon Wolf October 7, 2019 at 6:01 PM Hey, thanks for the heads-up about 'Spitball,' Matthew, and for your encouragement. Take, care, Gershon

Jan Allison October 7, 2019 at 5:03 PM Aww gw such a touching poem, I can picture the scene so clearly:-) hugs Jan xx Gershon Wolf October 7, 2019 at 6:00 PM Aw, thank you so much, glad. Glad you liked this one. Interesting, too, as I don't think there's any baseball played on the Isle of Man, is there?! At any rate, appreciate your encouragement greatly. Warm wishes, Gershon

Heidi Sands October 7, 2019 at 5:00 PM So sweet Gershon! A fun poem too :) Gershon Wolf October 7, 2019 at 5:59 PM O, thank you so much, Heidi. Glad you liked this story. Warmest wishes, Gershon