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

PLAY BALL!