Ayah
When I was just a tiny kid, do you remember when the time you kissed my bruises? Or cleaned by soiled chin? You scrambled for the balls I hit (Short-winded more than not!) Yet, every time we'd play a game, you praised the "outs" I caught. It seems like only yesterday you wiped away my tears And late at night I called your name, to chase away my fears. Though time has changed your handsome grip, your hair is snowy white. You gait's a little slower now, and thick glasses help your sight. Oh, do I thirst for years gone by to be that growing lad, re-living all of the memories of growing up with my dad.