MY YOUNGEST SON
MY OLDEST SON
MY HONEY
For some, basketball is a way of life. The sounds I hear while watching invoke a sort of nostalgia. Listening to bounce of the ball, the squeak of the well worn sneakers, the barrage of boasting and braggadocio, as one lay-up blends into the next takes me back to my days as a child. Back when I would ask "Mom, can I go outside" in my most angelic voice, met with the eager, yet reserved response, "Yeah, go ahead on". Back when the the people of the WP would flock to watch the amateur "Dr. Jays", "Magics", "Kareems", "Worthys", and sometimes even a few "Birds" teem across the asphalt court. A court that symbolized a bit of freedom-their small piece of the dream. I sit today watching new versions of those now retired players mixed in with many of the latest stars of the paint--The "Barkleys", "Jordans", "Shaqs", and "Pippens" along with the "Lebrons", "Wallaces", "Wades" and many others. I am filled with awe and amazement of the talent that has gone unnoticed by NBA greats. It pleases me to sit under an afternoon sun, enjoying this familiar past-time, wind cool against my face, sounds soothing my ears (the ball bounce is almost like a rhythmic drum beat), Damn, do I love the springtime!!!!!!!!!!!
2 comments:
I'm feeling a bit of rush of joy as I read the words of my oldest, yet still my baby girl. Takes me back a minuite to when you were just learning your first words thru speach...wow, I'm so amazed yet Blessed...Take it higher, I know you can do it...
Wow you have really captured the essence of our childhood. Your words have recaptured all that once was for us and reminded me that that joy still exist. I am proud of you for what you are sharing with the world through your words; please continue...
Much love friend
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