'Twas back in the '80's, yet still plain as day
First Holy Communion - the month it was May,
The day before Sunday and time to give prayers
The priest in his study, the boys in their chairs,
One came up missing - nowhere to be found,
Then out in the hallway a clatter of sound -
One little boy running as cleats hit the ground
In Little League uniform, late for his game,
Tossing his glove through the doorway he came -
Slid to his chair like he'd slid to home base
The priest had to wipe off the grin on his face;
All the boys seated in slacks, shirts and ties
Followed his entrance with wide startled eyes -
'I'm sorry I'm late, sir, ' he started to say,
'You know that it's Little League's opening day
And I have to be there as soon as I'm done -
Church before baseball - I need a homerun! '
My son is now grown to a happy young man -
But he still causes drama whenever he can.
He'll never fit into the usual flow -
And people just love him wherever he goes!
very sweet! ! ! linda...he must be still making your life very interesting! ...love...nalini
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Excellent piece, Midnight, ....Sterling Craftsmanship...great theme...Smooth flux throughout....A Fine Penning, Linda'''''''''''''''''''''''''frank