Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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’.




1 comment:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.