Carrie Richards Poet Free verse

Out of the Park

It wasn't because he brought her flowers....
 It wasn't because he wined and dined her....
   She loved him because he spent hours on the computer
       trying to track down the 1970 Brooks Robinson baseball card
                                                                   for their oldest son's birthday
She loved him because he played with their kids, even after a hard day at work...
     baseball games in the big front yard...
            cheering them on...
                not getting angry when the youngest son 
                           knocked a homer 
                               straight through the living room window

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Brian Strand July 11, 2009 at 1:28 AM Congrats on your success in Matt's contest Carrie.Rgds Brian

Ernilando Tugaff June 26, 2009 at 7:56 PM This is a very nice and wonderful tribute to a father..ideal, worthy of emulation. Ernilando.

James Fraser June 25, 2009 at 9:55 AM Lovely poem Carrie, great memories>>James

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire June 22, 2009 at 8:59 AM Dear Carrie, The Baltimore Orioles' greatest Player "Brooks Robinson" The oldest Son a True Baseball Fan And what Baseball fan has not"knocked a homer straight(strait) through the living room window" This is a Grand Slam POEM Superb Write LOVE YOU and YOURS ALWAYS...HG

Trudy Diane Rider June 20, 2009 at 11:42 AM Wonderful tribute to a husband/father/man who works and lives hard for his family. Great poem, Carrie! ~Trudy~

Valerie Bellefleur June 19, 2009 at 10:59 AM Yes, you found out how many ways you love someone - how do I love thee, let me count the ways... well done as usual, Carrie..

Diane Christian June 19, 2009 at 10:26 AM awww so sweet, hope he did not have to pay for the window to be replaced, LOL one of mine broke a window with a foot ball when they were about 3 playing in the house with the ball, lucky it was just 5 pounds back then to replace, thanks for your kind comments on my poem the loving father, God is the loving father but I sure miss my earthy father, he is in heaven with God now, God bless you from diane

James Marshall Goff June 19, 2009 at 9:01 AM Carrie, I learn so much from your artistry, your poem's movenments are so fluid... jim

Sandra Hudson June 18, 2009 at 7:00 PM Did that at my grandpas house, only it was a rock, flung from a washrag. I was trying to be David. Great poem, loved it!-AA

John Rhinem June 17, 2009 at 8:49 PM And Brooks Robinson yes, a Hall of Famer, and one of the greatest defensive third baseman to ever play the game!!! Smile, again, a lovely soft and sweet poem "Beautiful Carrie Richards"~I would expect no less for "Your Genuine & Amazing Splendors!!!":):)~As Always, "My Love & Warmth Always & Forever, To 'You & Your Loves,' Eternally, John!!!"~"Sweet Dreams Dear Lady!!!":):) Goodnight ~

John Rhinem June 17, 2009 at 8:43 PM Smile~That sounds like me when I was a child; always breaking windows with baseballs or other types of balls!!? Yes, I believe that a mother would like or love a man such as this man....For no greater love has a mother, than for her child!!!~And this sounds like a very kind gentleman here; willing to extend his heart and time, to a child whom is greater blessed by such....Cont....

Syed Amaan Ahmad June 17, 2009 at 3:44 PM Brilliant!

P Sheart June 17, 2009 at 1:53 PM Hi Carrie Feels like a enduring embace that'll never end! For your father I presume? Beautiful sentiments. Take care sweet. Love Light Truth Patricia

Donna Golden June 17, 2009 at 1:19 PM Love this, Carrie! So sweet, and so true. Could we ask for more than a man who is involved and loves our children without reservation? Blessings, Donna

Carolyn Devonshire June 17, 2009 at 12:28 PM Hope he managed to track down that baseball card, Carrie. There is so much warmth and love in this poem that it brings happiness to the reader. Great work! Love, Carolyn

Brian Strand June 16, 2009 at 11:49 PM Excellent tribute Carrie written with love.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

C. E. Mcmullin June 16, 2009 at 4:55 PM A journey of thoughts, that you have put together in expert fashion- A tribute to your Father, perhaps?? For Father's Day?? You continue to amaze, Dear Heart!!!! poet butterfly

Christopher Higgins June 16, 2009 at 4:49 PM Carrie, the title brought me into a baseball frame of mind and to see Brooks Robinson mentioned is terrific..the poem is a delight to read..

Barbara Gorelick June 16, 2009 at 3:53 PM YOU knocked a home fun here. Good one. BG

Daver Austin June 16, 2009 at 3:16 PM This 'she' must be an ange and must have a saint for a husband. Family life....the GREATEST! You too, are the greatest, dear Carrie. Love, daver