The thump
of
the ball
mimics
the beat
of his
players’
heart
Eyes focus
on
the clock
he smiles
and knows
to play
fast and
smart
Muscles
strain
the floor
three feet
below
his feet
then – the
shot
Perfect
aim
buzzer
goes off
three points
to win;
help me
God
Words
that
never
touch air
and
stay
in the
heart
More
oft
than not
are heard
and
leave one’s
soul
scarred
The radio
cautioned
the roads
are
icy
Funny, my dad
said years
ago
life’s
dicey
last years’
cold
that gripped my
iron heart
– no more
than a
thought
now winter’s
come
but finds no
hold
in the
love He’s
wrought
I see the smallest
insignificant things
that I had forgotten
and the memories
all come flooding back
Each and every one
stored away long ago
puts a smile on my face
how blessed am I for
sad reflections lack