WAVING FROM THE STANDS

I watched Ava play baseball last night and was immediately carried away

To another baseball field...another team...another time....another day.

I was playing right field then. There I stood with glove in hand

My parents cheered my every move while waving from the stands.

I blinked; I was at a soccer game there was Bryan...he looked so small

“Bryan,” I yelled my encouragement,”Don’t forget to kick the ball.”

I blinked again and when I opened my eyes another memory revealed... 

I was cheering Ryan this time from a different soccer field.

Another blink and Ali was playing volleyball in Middle School

She had this little grunt when she served which I thought was pretty cool.

Blink! Now it was Damien and Taylor playing soccer. Look at those two go!

Blink! There was Aden kicking up a storm at his class in Tae Kwon Do.

Ping! I was back watching Ava and saw that smile on her face

As she hit the ball then took off running...ending safely at first base.

I couldn’t help smiling, but I have to say at first I was perplexed

To think how quickly life moves on from one memory to the next.

But then I was glad to see how easily these memories synthesize and blend

And how we hope as we get older this memories never end.

Watching Ava I couldn’t help thinking life is like baseball, I must admit,

Sometimes our children will strike out and sometimes they’ll get a hit.

Yet, no matter what the outcome...no matter where that ball may land

They have a group of people who will cheer them on...while waving from the stands.