Signs

Walking onto the ball field and taking first base As to my son I yield as short stop would be his place Needing something to draw the base that wasn't there In order to catch the ball and in keeping things fair And as soon as I look down there it would lay Laying in dirt so brown as spirit works in a different way A pen knife of blue that I knew my father had sent I already knew this was true and knew exactly what it meant But as I look at the other side seeing what the name said My eyes opened wide and wonder danced in my head Angel was clearly written as like a giant tear in my eye Yea and I was really smitten but didn't have time to cry As soon my son would cry out that he wanted to trade places Oh there should never be a doubt as to our own many graces But in trading places before I can even turn around A decade rosary in all it's graces is the first thing that I found Coincidence is what some say as many still don't believe But with that rosary I pray for it is for those that I grieve I'm sure Angel was there with his very Catholic friend But I'm also sure God used the pair in accomplishing this end