Tomorrow one boy will be on the mound
Sunday another will be throwing
for the first time in 19 years I can’t be there
on the phone with them a few minutes ago
and the realization struck me
tears pooled in my eyes
my voice got shaky
I knew this was coming, knew when they chose this opportunity
that was so far from home
but today my heart knows
that this spring is going to be very different
instead of sitting, or pacing at a baseball diamond
I will be staring at my phone
waiting on news,
I will get the story but it’s the details,
the throw by throw emotion I will miss the most.
Damn raising children is tough . . .
