Ice-Cream Baseball

As a new father I coached my little league son He was clumsy and uncoordinated Picked dandelions in the outfield Watched bumble bees fly and hum Would run to a grounder and watch it stop pick it up to throw it but it would drop He enjoyed his team mates for they were friends He struck out more than hitting the ball Funny thing was he would always run whether he did or not How I wanted him to hit the ball so hard Perhaps a grand- slam homerun for him and my heart But the greatness was in him- he was part of the team His greatest joy was afterwards When we’d all go get ice-cream