The game is breaking up
Winners cheer
Losers pout
Stroller parade passes by with
Sweaty
Tired
Whiny ballplayers
In desperate need of lunch
And a nap
The whole point of the game
Is to get that
Sweet, sweet juicebox
God, I love T-ball
The game is breaking up
Winners cheer
Losers pout
Stroller parade passes by with
Sweaty
Tired
Whiny ballplayers
In desperate need of lunch
And a nap
The whole point of the game
Is to get that
Sweet, sweet juicebox
God, I love T-ball
fledgling lost his way
stumbled through my yard today
mom to the rescue
Why wasn’t I afraid of the trio?
The strange, beautiful boy
with brooding eyes and
a silver breast plate.
The dark girl
with the long black braid
and a spear in her hand.
The tall girl in red
with golden-red hair
and a sword strapped to her side.
I stood in the field
with dirt smeared on my face
and watched them with wonder.
“God has a mission for you,” the trio said
and I wasn’t afraid to die.