Good Catch Poem by Ima Ryma

Good Catch



High in the far bleachers they sat.
Five year old Faith was with her Dad,
And so excited to be at
The first catch chance she'd ever had.
She knew she'd catch a home run hit.
There wasn't any doubt at all.
Through the game she sat with her mitt,
Ready and waiting for the ball.
The bottom of the ninth, it came,
Hit hard, it soared high to the right,
Then curved off to the left in aim
Of landing at a special site.

The ball dropped right into her glove.
On it the words, 'For Faith, with love.'

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