Someday, as the Night-sounds Fall

Some day as I sit on my porch to recall

Life, thus far and the haste of it all

I know I will hear, as the night-sounds fall

The tap-tap-tap of the basket-ball

When there is nothing else to do

Out he goes to shoot ‘a few’

An hour passes in no time at all

To the tap-tap-tap of the basket-ball

Oft, in the course of my hum-drum day

I hear him thrumming the hour away

As the likes of Carmelo Anthony enthrall

Him, in the tap-tap-tapping of the basket-ball
A childhood passes in no time at all
To the tap-tap-tap of the basket-ball

© Janet Martin

Matthew’s first word was ‘ba’ (ball)

At three years old he loved ‘dribbling’.