Day 10: baseball hat

Each up at bat, I hold my breath

and wonder what life holds for him.  

Will kindness and luck always come 

your way?  I hope this happens more 

than less but know it won’t always be

the case.  Will the world break your 

spirit?  Or send you questioning

who you are? If so, I hope you still

end up back exactly

where you started.

Each time he takes to the field, I stop

to consider where he came from.

Your eyes are your fathers, but when

you stand up straight you remind me

of my dad.  When your throw your head

back and laugh, you bring back memories

of my sister, and when you grin, looking

sneaky, you look like Uncle Jamie.

Each time he makes it to first, I clap

and hope he makes it home.  I wonder what

your prom will be like.  Will you still love

to read?  Who will be your best friend?

Will it still be your dad?  No matter what,

I hope you still end up

exactly where you started.