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Mother Baseball Poems | Mother Poems About Baseball
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Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Fish or chicken
Try Veggie burgers
Try Fried tofu
Try Eggplant slices
Try tuna or broiled egg
Try turkey or soy links
Try lentils and rice
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!
"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!
The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
and on his heels--I made my promise good!
We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me!
Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
When I think of all the bad times you helped me through
I only wish now I could do the same for you
I know you’re going through a troublesome time
And feel like you’re in a real tight bind
And since I can’t help in any other way
Please listen to this prayer for you I say
Please God, hear me as I pray
Please God, listen to what I say
They have been through a lot in the past years
They have toughened out a lot of their fears
They are good people who deserve the best
I think they have conquered the unbearable test
Please God, I love my parents deeply but that isn’t enough
They need your loving hands while times are tough
So please God, I pray to you
To do what is all in your power to do
Grant them with health and happiness
To put all their worries to a rest
I know need a lot right now while times are bad
But please know how much I love you mom and dad
Copyright © Mandie Kohlenberg | Year Posted 2015
Skipping school to play baseball,
spending up all I got at the Mall;
having fun and laugh with girls
who love Coca Cola and burgers.
It's a day of fun for kids dripping with sweat,
if I'm lucky to hit a home run, I will freak;
Mario runs for first base, he doesn't make it:
we lose the game, our team was way too weak.
Now it's time for ice cream, we head for Carvel,
I spend all my saved money to pay for the bill;
I hope mom doesn't see the broken piggy jar:
she'll ground me, no playing on the monkey bar.
A red car pulls up the curb, it's ugly and clanky;
" Who's that lady with the straw hat? It's mom! "
" Come here, little brat; you're grounded,Tom!"
I just turn pale and say sorry for playing hooky.
Written on 5/17/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017