I thought I'd post a poem I wrote about twenty years ago when my son was very young. I wrote it as kind of a vision for a future I hope will happen. It hasn't happened yet, but I expect it will one of these days.
Playing Catch
You were nine
When I threw your first high fly.
I threw it as best I could.
I lost it in the sun,
But you didn’t.
And somehow, by the time it came down,
You became a man, and caught it.
You stood near your wife and kids
As you threw it to me.
And all my love burst inside me
As the ball smacked firmly in my glove...
All my love that was thrown to a boy,
Caught by a man,
And thrown back to me.