It’s Poetry Friday!
When I realized that Poetry Friday was just around the corner and I had nothing planned to post, I had a slight moment of panic. Then I remembered that most days I try to post a small poem, often a haiku, about something I noticed that day (thank you, Mary Oliver). I’m sorry I didn’t record the reference, but something someone posted on a Poetry Friday in June reminded me about softball.
When my daughter was in middle and high school she played on a couple of travel softball teams. So for several years in the spring and early summer I was on the road with her most weekends.It was usually just us, especially for the overnights, since my hisband would stay home with our teenage son. I have fond memories of that time when we were trapped in a car together, getting to know each other a little better.
Marcie has the round up today here where she gives a preview of her Sealy Challenge for 2023 and more. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness.
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Your experience is one of the best things, no doubt, about travel teams. Sports can bring parents and kids together in a very nice, and memorable way and you show it in your poem.
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So nice that you captured that beautiful memory, Rose! I love the ending!
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What a wonderful memory captured in this haiku. I was able to converse with some of my kids reasonably ONLY when driving. I appreciated the times when we were in a car and we could stare ahead and not make each other crazy with too much emotion.
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Rose, your “crack of a bat” immediately hooked me. I can hear the “crack,” and hear your daughter and you “getting to know each other better.” Beautiful memories in your poem; lovely rhythm, and rhyme encircle it. I love your poem and can relate to it with soccer travels with our oldest and music travels with our youngest. Thank you for sharing your inspiration, joy and reminding me of beautiful memories with my own daughters. I second your thank you to MO. 🙂
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I like that you captured a small moment in your poem. My oldest daughter was a swimmer and I remember fondly drives to and from swim practice. We would sing along to Paul Simon. I feel like those days built a strong foundation for us that nothing could ever take away. Thanks for sharing.
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Whether it’s travel team driving or travel for any other purpose, those stretches of unbusy time together (which maybe used to happen washing dishes or some such?) do give us both sudden cracks and fun and connection. Glad you captured that memory for yourself!
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Isn’t it incredible how a crack of a bat can flood you with memories! No doubt your daughter holds these moments in her heart, too.
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I tried a couple of times to comment on your post but it keeps saying it’s a duplicate comment. Anyway, I really liked “unruly stars” and “night sky’s finale stomp”
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Rose, your memories connect with your poem’s words. It is wonderful to have time with one child and come back to that small moment years later. Happy Summer.
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What great memories! Mine would be of swim meets with mom serving as the clerk of the course keeping all the swimmers settled and in order before their events!
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Your poem captures and describes your memory so well, Rose. I love the rhythm and rhyme. Reminds me of car rides with my son to cross-country meets. 🙂
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Rose, your poem made me a little melancholy for our (now grown) kids’ sporting events. Those were fun times. Thank you for the memory!
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Oh I love this! We’ve spent so many hours in the car for sports. Such a good time to catch up.
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Your small poem taps into such a lovely memory and one that many of us can clearly relate to and remember fondly. Great beginning line!
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Rose, that poem captures the travel team experience!
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Sweet and nostalgic, and no one would know you simply dashed it off. Delightful!
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Rose, I absolutely love your poem as I can relate to it very well! I am also a travel softball player so I know what life on the road and in hotels with your parents are like! You create memories that will last both the parents and the athlete a lifetime! Your small poem is full of so many great emotions and loving memories!
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This poem is great! As a softball player this is very relatable. Spending every weekend waking up early, having fun, and being at a softball field for hours. It’s a lovely memory to have!
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I love this poem because I also play softball and it is a joy to always be able to have my parents come and watch. My mom usually comes more than my dad and we are at the softball field for hours. It is really fun to be able to spend time with my mom and talk to her more.
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