High-pitched radio
playing on kitchen counter,
Mom served her own team.
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Peanuts, cracker jacks,
beer, and you, bleachered next to
me, the whole ball game.
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Cards, signed photos stored
in the cellar, our son calls
diamonds in the rough.
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To stretch, to sing the
“old ball game,” we wait to take
our grandchildren out.
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The American
love story: throws, catches, strikes,
hits, walks—home runs.