Grandma I Am In Position
A large round blue ball.
A plastic bat, faded beyond belief.
An enthusiastic four-year-old grandson.
“Grandma, I am in position,” he says. “Throw the ball.”
Bam. It hits me on the top of the head, delighting him.
“You are a natural slugger, “I tell him.
We repeat these steps about three hundred times.
“Five more minutes,” I say.
“Ten more,” he answers.
He was exhausted in about eight.
“You are throwing it wrong!” he told me haughtily.
Confidence! Nothing like it.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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