Babe
Although he lived a few doors down the street,
it was by accident that we would meet
Returning home on a Halloween night,
my children squealed in delight
In a flash they took off at a run
I stood there calling the name of each one
Up the stairs of a house, they went
who ever lived there, I didn't have a hint
A little old man with a smile of gold,
gathered my children in his fold
Over their heads, his eyes met mine
I knew in a minute that everything was fine
Long gone, was his bowl of candy bar mini's
he replaced them with a jar of pennies
He pulled up a chair, said, "please sit here"
excused his self and returned with a beer
That was the first of many conversations,
It didn't take long to loose my reservations
He called all the "kids" sweetheart and honey,
supplied them with handfuls of candy and money
He had such a way, this sweet old gent,
I could swear that he was heaven sent
He was known as "Babe" a name he earned,
by being a great baseball player, we learned
He took time to know everyone he met,
the kind of a person not easy to forget
A simple operation, put on hold too long,
became a tragedy, something went wrong
Such a loss for his friends and wife,
when, this fine man lost his life
I can still hear him whistling a tune,
when I see a full harvest moon
The years have flown by, oh so fast,
he still holds a special place in the past
My friend Babe
Copyright © Karla Null | Year Posted 2009
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