walking back past the umpire

i was always a batter
in middle-age, i've become a bowler
to my son, who is now a batter
and i find myself being forced to bowl
in this adults-only cricket match
and for the first time,
i am walking back past the umpire
we exchange words
smiles
titters

and this understanding and linkage is new to me.
i feel absolute joy
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