~ Baseball Memories ~

Our hands were busy throughout each day, We didn’t have near enough time to play.

The baseball games you asked us to, We didn’t make enough time for you.

You’d come and ask us catch can we play, Sometimes we’d answer maybe another day.

Thus asking us to please share your fun, Mostly we would say a little later son.

Your games were great especially at night, Home to watch SportsCenter then turn out the light.

Then we’d tiptoe softly out your bedroom door, Now we wish we’d stayed a minute more.

The memories we have of you make us so proud, We hoped you knew it when shouting your name out loud.

It taught you to hustle and always be at your best every day, Even though we weren’t there as we should to see every play.

For our lives are so short, the years rush past, Once a little boy now grown up and gone so fast.

No longer in Mike Trout pajamas are you at my side, With precious team trophies on your dresser to show your pride.

The baseball bats and balls are finally put away, There are no more youth league games to play.

No packing coolers filled with good eats, No cleaning off your baseball cleats.

We no longer run around in a tizzy fit, Looking everywhere for your favorite mitt.

No good luck hug and kiss, no cheers to hear, For that all belongs to yesteryear.

Just one last time we’d like to hear the roar of a coach saying we’re tied let’s play one inning more.

We’d pay anything for a picture of you catching one at the wall, It would warm my heart to hear the umpire say, Let’s Play Ball.

Mom’s hands once busy washing uniforms now are still, Dad’s days without practice schedules are long and hard to fill.

More than anything in the world we wish we could go back, and do All the backyard requests you asked us to…

~ A Baseball Parent ~