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?