A house is made with walls and beams; a home is made with love and dreams.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Where is home? Home is where you are, my love.
Where our kids and grandkids gather To laugh and play and eat
Where we worry and make decisions – easy and hard
Where you listen to how my day was and I listen to yours.
Where we lift each other up and support each other’s dreams
Where we compare our aches and pains and fall asleep watching TV
Home is where I long to be whenever I am away from you
To celebrate National Poetry Month, I have challenged myself to write a poem each day for the month of April. My plan is to write using the theme “small moments,” but I will honor wherever my writing takes me. The writing is really in the driver’s sear.
Today is one of my favorite days of the year – Opening Day! I learned the game of baseball by watching my dad coach my brothers’ Little League teams during a time when girls were not permitted to play organized sports. After the games, there would be talk about the games, and I listened. I was proud to know the rules of the game, the positions, and the plays. Those baseball memories started a love affair with baseball that continues today.
The crack of the bat brings me back
to the flagstone patio, where we listened to Phillies’ home games
on the transistor radio broadcasted from Connie Mack Stadium.
Richie Ashburn, Byron Saam, Harry Kalas,
their voices were the voices of a simpler time.
So many of my fondest memories are wrapped up in the sights and sounds of baseball. BASEBALL = LOVE