Catch / Drop - Poem by Ima Ryma
Here I am at the baseball game.
Dad is out with his infant son.
Leaving him home would be a shame.
I don't want him to miss the fun.
A ball is smacked into left field,
Coming right at me just as though
A made in heaven's fate's been sealed.
I gotta catch this - doncha know!
Holding the baby in one arm,
I stretch my other arm way out,
Nothing in mind of any harm.
This ball is mine. There is no doubt.
Too good - I did not drop the ball.
Too bad - the baby took a fall.
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