No Small Peanuts
How the little things can move us
And revive forgotten memories
Like the ones that stirred me recently
And brought joyful thoughts abundantly
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
He would seldom purchase anything
Except peanuts in the shell.
From little bags the cracking tells
Of satisfaction and salty smells…
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
It was a kind of ritual there
The call: “get your peanuts here!”
He would skip the sweets and beer
Simple peanuts drew him near
To time with my dad at Rockies games.
His hands and mouth were happy
While watching the game and shouting
Like so many other outings
Peanuts a’plenty went with the routing
Of time with my dad at Rockies games.
It is not the size of a thing that matters
It is the people we love that go with it.
A small, simple peanut I must admit
Is nothing without my family in it.
I miss times with my dad at Rockies games.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2023
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