NaPoWriMo Day 5 (Catching Up): For Baseball’s Opening Day

Seventh-Inning Stretch

My mother was a Yankees fan,
had a jersey and everything;
she wore it with Keds and little
socks that didn’t match at all.

I don’t know anything about
this game, only that it made her
happy to root for someone.
In my mind, I can see the logo:

the bat, the hat, stars and stripes.
I can see her, too, if I really try, but
the image gets hazier with each
new year. I swore it never would.


3 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 5 (Catching Up): For Baseball’s Opening Day

  1. that girl says:

    This is really vivid. I feel like I can see what you are describing and through that feel the sorrow of loss of your mother in the poem.

    • Thank you so much! When she first died (in August 2009), I wrote about her illness and death a lot, and very directly. Then I stopped writing about it so much, and now I do every so often, but most of the time, it’s through a little side door like this one. Would give anything to see her — funny socks and all — again.

      • that girl says:

        The image of her fading in your poem – you capture her in your writing… capture her and enliven her memory where even a stranger can see her. Write on.

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