Just a sound,
but what a sound.
I can almost hear it if I close my eyes real tight.
The sound of my Daddy cheering.
We were playing baseball.
Like we did every night during the summer.
Johnny and Mike were one team.
Betsy and I were the other.
My Daddy was the permanent pitcher.
Almost every single night during the Summer,
my Dad would come home from work
and play baseball with us.
It was hot.
It was sticky.
He was tired.
But he played.
after we were all exhausted
He would let us get in the back of the pick up truck
and he would take us for a drive.
We weren't the richest people in our town-
but we were the richest.
The richest because we had so very much love.
Describe a 'sound' from your childhood.
What was it?
When did you hear it?
What does it bring to mind?
Do you want to play?
Mama Kat is the bomb diggity.
Give it a try : )!