Baseball Father Son Poems | Examples
These Baseball Father Son poems are examples of Father Son poems about Baseball. These are the best examples of Father Son Baseball poems written by international poets.
Eddie, could not have had a father better than you.
Think of all the places you took him, including to the zoo.
It’s mind blowing for me, to just count the hours,
That you spend at baseball,(I am glad for you.when it showers!)
You’re teaching him the Christian life that many Fathers, sadly do not.
And, thus I chose this picture to show the love you and Eddie have got.
Your love of baseball and teaching him I think he’s really quite hot!
So I am just popping in to say, Butch, that you have a very happy Father’s Day.
And I just know that everything is coming with many blessings..your way!
Love, Pangie aka Nana
6/18/2023
Dedicated to Butch, my outstanding Son-In-Law!
the roar of silence
no pastime to pass time
Toronto Blue Jays
John G. Lawless
5/11/2020
His dad gave him a baseball mitt
Brand-new, a 'Rawlings,' a perfect fit
The boy's face glowed with happiness and pride
He hugged his dad tight, then went outside
To play catch with his best friend
He had to break that mitt in
Make it softer, flexible and pliable
He'd catch every ball, be 'Mr. Reliable'
The boy played 'till it was too dark to see
Then raced back home, bursting with glee
Tucked the ball into the pocket of his glove
He'd sleep on it that night, his pillow above
So the mitt's pocket would be perfectly formed
To the shape of the ball it would precisely conform --
Proclaiming, "Dad, you're the best dad there ever could be!"
Love coming straight from his heart ~ Wouldn't you agree?
The child is maladroit.
you should not take him in.
There are too many precious vases
on which he might lean.
Or he might slip and smack his head
against a glass display.
Let him stay until he’s grown
or he’ll ruin our day.
Remember once that just by chance
he broke don Cuervo’s toe
when he swung that baseball bat
and sudden let it go.
and hit don Cuervo who was sitting
in the front-row seat.
and how don Cuervo howled and cursed
and almost seemed to bleat.
Remember how he fell one day
and killed a suckling pig
when he was just about to taste
a ripening luscious fig
and lost his footing on a rock
and toppled from his perch
and landed on the piglet’s back
and caused the sow to dirge.
Or when he carried a long stick
pretending he could march
as if he held a rifle
and he skewered Mrs Marge.
and how she now is forced to wear
a gaudy plastic eye?
Please leave him here. He’s maladroit.
Or else someone will die.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/maladroit
out in left field
daddy's hoped-for pitcher dreams
a whole diff'rent game
February 22, 2017
The other day I wore your shoes in the rain
They fit so well but still brought pain
Someone asked, “Why wear them then?”
I answered, “They bring me close to my son again.”
I wore your shirt the very same day
It was a Volcom shirt in a shade of grey
A touch of your cologne and it smelled like you
It gave my heart something to cling to
Remember the thirty cents you left for me
It’s in my pocket to set me free
That quarter and nickel you last held
Binds our souls like the strongest weld
Your baseball hat with the sweat-stained brow
I never really appreciated it til now
It’s too small to fit on my head
So I wear it proudly in my heart instead
Yesterday I finally turned off your phone
I cried, son, it made me feel so alone
Today I’m using it with my number instead
It ties us together like the strongest thread
Your music is the best gift of all
For in it I can hear your heavenly call
An un-silenced voice always there to hear
A love that draws me ever near
With all these gifts I hope to move on
Like the sun rising upon a new day’s dawn
I will think of you with every step I take
And in your shoes lessen my grieving ache
Hopes and dreams laid aside
Gifts unopened, tears undried
A life of promise, so much to fill
How could this be..my God’s will?
So much unsaid, so much love to give
From us both if you had lived
Talks and advice I would love to share
Of things on which we both did care
Life and love, all things to attend
Baseball, music, being with friends
So many things that you could be
My life I would give for you to see
My greatest fear was to lose my son
Now I’ve lost him my fear has gone
There’s nothing left for me to fear
I’ve lost the one I held so dear
The worst is over, the horror is past
The thing I feared most has happened at last
No more do I worry, no more do I care
Nothing can hurt when a heart isn’t there
I’ve been through hell and survived somehow
Nothing else can touch me now
There’s nothing to fear of life to come
I lost it all when I lost my son
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