grassy fields full of frisbees
and dogs, mom and dad
sitting together on a bench
made for one.of baseballs
flying high in the air, and
dear old dad showing how
to catch a ball before it
hits my head.
It's nice that you have some good memories.....I find I have forgotten too many of the few good ones and just remember the bad times. This is nice. Sincerely, Mary
lovely. my haiku to complement yours, hit by sweet memory the day dad taught me to kick a football
my father had a few good things about him, this is one of them, also baseball was never a game i was good at, in fact on a scale of one to ten i would say -one..... its written this way becouse its a happy moment that happend when i was a kid...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, heartfelt sentiments David, sounds like dad new how to stand your side Love duncan X