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The Fathers of Summer

The quiet rain dispelled any thoughts of a rain out.
It was Fenway, it was Father's Day, 
And within the sacred realm of wooden bats, 
Unswung and dumbly waiting,
There is the halcyon hope of impact
This on our first day of summer
Like the first day with our father

When he slapped us on our day-old baby chests 
To keep us alive, keep the beeps beeping,
Forcing life's tiny engine to re-fire, 
Making love's literal labor rumble back into place 
Like the slamming of the hood of the car or 
The smacking of the hanging breaking ball or 
The blowing up of balloons, in school, for winter's child 
Who needs to see the swelling of life into vivid colors 
So that he'll be tempted to speak through the tumors
And show me how even more not-so-small, slow miracles take form, 

Like the oldest man on the team, 
On the mound, leading the league in wins,
Like my father putting a lunch together, 
A salad, asparagus, and sausage in three
Giant containers I could never fit in my work bag 
So in a flash he grabs this nifty-sized paper bag out of nowhere, 
(the nowhere where the cabinet and the refrigerator is), 
That dark and unspeakable vertical slit 
Where all things crawl to be forgotten 
Except by my dad who hears nothing and attends to everything

Scrambling even now to get a lunch together for his 
29-year-old son who slogs eye-blinkingly around the kitchen 
As morning-dumb as the day of his arrival 
With the first pitch, the first slap, the first symbol of love.

Father's guide us through the passing fog
Like a lighthouse with a hearing problem, on wheels, 
Barreling into the future, keeping the ball moving, 
Keeping the world working.

The father is our Sun, Summer's Eternal Boy,
Guiding truth (or his version of it) where it need go:
Another Red Sox win,
Another sandwich made,
Another reason to smoke a cigar.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.
As long as you promise to keep swinging
I'll promise to speak up. (And answer my phone.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/10/2009 2:35:00 PM
What a heartfelt poem. Wow! Way to capture the spirit of the game. Love the ending. I agree with Carrie. Thank you for choosing my poem as one of your winners. Karen
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Date: 7/10/2009 1:28:00 PM
Thank you Matt for the placement of my poem in your wonderful contest!! This poem of yours is so touching and filled with memories! Great work! ~ Carrie
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Date: 6/22/2009 8:23:00 AM
How wonderful to have a such sharing of hearts with your Father...a love of baseball...a love of life....a wonderful bonding! :)
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