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Steal Second

Contributed by The_Phantom on Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 02:14:19 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



It twas' a cold day in November,
Slowly I awoke, wiping sleep from my eyes,
The sound of the phone aroused my surprise,
The news came, and I was left in denial,

He was my hero, I began to cry,
How coud this be, the Lord must hate me,
I remember the days I played baseball,
He was my grandfather, my mentor, my idol,

He would walk hands folded behind his back,
Watch the game unfold, planning his next attack,
Steal second he would cry, a cloud of dust and then a safe sign,
Rarely did he smile, until the game had ended and we beat them by a mile,

For my grandfather I do wish you didn't have to go,
I do thank you for the wisdom you shared, and the courage that you showed,
As he was lowered into the ground I thought I heard him say,
Steal second....... as his casket faded away.

Forever Faithful
The Phantom




Copyright © The_Phantom ... [ 2004-01-11 14:14:19]
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Re: Steal Second (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 03:21:20 PM AEST
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a wonderful tribute....he will always be giving you help from your heart

Shari


Re: Steal Second (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 11:28:57 PM AEST
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AAWW So very touching! A well done tribute to him.So glad to see you writing again! Christina


Re: Steal Second (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Monday, 12th January 2004 @ 08:30:05 AM AEST
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Great to see you back, Matt...
This is such a precious poem..good memories of your grandfather shared with us. I'm sorry for your loss...
Stay strong...
Huggs.
Your Island Friend....




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