One year ago I was in Florida
a midnight baseball game
(delayed because of rain)
one of my boys stretches for a ball
but doesn’t get up.
A knee destroyed in one play
but 6 months of rehab and a skilled surgeon
gave the dream back to the boy.
Tonight sitting on a field
in the middle of Texas around midnight
(moved up because of rain)
I watched the same boy stretch for a ball
for just a moment time seemed to stop
I didn’t breathe
please not again
but this time, this year
he popped back up like he’s done a million times
ball in glove, foot on bag, runner out
It was his day
an almost perfect game on the mound a few hours earlier
and two homeruns
A year ago he feared the worst, never playing again
Today the game rewarded his work ethic and loyalty
I suppose there is a life lesson in there somewhere
