The Pearls of Softball
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Monday, April 07, 2003
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Once again the season of sports is upon us, this was written almost a year ago, and edited today in honor of softball season, I have two playing this year. It's a bit naive in "Poetry" sense, but rich in the feeling of the moment. Time is more precious than ever, spring brings activity.
I went to the ball park today, to see my daughter's team play,
I couldn't seem to keep my attention
on the game of the day...
There was so much more going on.
Such simple things like sunflower husks, littered on the ground.
And holes in the dust, from cleated feet, everywhere abound.
The tiny kids, with outsized mitts, trying to catch tossed balls.
My younger daughter, chasing boys,
I cringe when I see her fall.
There was blue and red, purple and green, the rainbow down on earth.
The dusty brows, and shining eyes, that are starting to feel their worth...
I somehow feel that I have won.
I heard a crack, my head did spin, to see what I was missing.
And there she went, my galloping child,
I heard the other team hissing!
An overthrow! I held my breath, and watched with anxious eyes.
But such is fate, my child tagged out, so much for that parental high.
So ends the game, with a loss tallied up, against our team of girls.
But that's alright, to most of us here,
they are our rough little pearls!
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|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|You are too good, girl!:)|
|Reviewed by Oisín Breen
|Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
|I'm a softball mom too, except mines in highschool, I just posted two recently about her games "great game ladies" and "play ball" i do love to watch. Enjoyed this, thank you.
|Reviewed by Erica Ivory
|I had to giggle with this one.. How well I know these feelings..these worries.. these little defeats..
I have coached my sons baseball team for years. All the way to international baseball in the Dominican.. Best player i EVER had on my team was a little girl I called lightning Lexy..
I still coach .. i still worry about EVERY child on my team..
This was such a warm walk down memory lane for me. Thanks for posting it.
|Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
|this was so sweet and loving and beautiful awesome job on this poem|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|I enjoyed this very much!An excellent piece.
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|Sweet, excellent write. ~Trish~|
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|Good Morning, Erin
This was such a nice writing.
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|Enjoyed this. Even though the girls lost you still won.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Erin, outstanding. Isn't it exciting when they walk in 10 runs. Even though, as you say," They're still our little pearls "|
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|Cherish these times for they are memories that will warm you lonely days after the nest empties. Great Job! And they are pearls, each and every one of them!|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Very good I use to go with the boys to their games, thanks for the memories.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|The sport is great, but too many parents set bad
examples for their kids. The unessaecary
fighting I mean. Teriffic write........
|Reviewed by Jack Roberts
|Great write Erin!
Jack : )
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
Naive, I don't think so! This is fun, and touched me especially today. I just signed my little one up for T-ball, and he is so excited! Thanks for sharing this, it gave me a huge smile! Something we all need right now!
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|excellent seasonal write
My gandkids play littleleague football
now waiting for baseball season to open
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was so sweet..I loved reading it so!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Is that pearls or perils ? Both fit.