Those Little Laughs Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

I sit silently next to a pool. There is a little boy playing ball with his father. The sister looks on. The boy says father "catch! " The boy knock the father on his left temple. The boy laughs, the sister begins to giggle. The echo of every splash fills the room with the spectacle of a great orchestra. The blue ball arches as a comet over my head. My lss is uplifted. I have been inducted to their game.
And so I wrote December 9th,2018 at White Bear Lake, Minnesota as the little boy says "good catch daddy! ".