Talking Baseball with Mom by Melanie Browne

I am talking baseball
with mom even though
she is more of
a football gal & dad is a
football guy
Growing
up he screamed at our  T.V.
The  Dallas Cowboys could
never do right,
"You're so stupid,
how could you not intercept
damn Idiots."

I am talking baseball
with mom and She tells me
about a friend of
hers named Carl,
"He was killed by a batted
baseball." I look it up
on ancestry.com, my drug
of choice and Carl did
in fact die in 1958
 almost instantaneously,
from a batted baseball at
an away game in Dallas.

I wonder about the boy
at bat and if he lost his
love for the game,
was he was able to
leave the past behind,
shield his eyes from
a flickering sun
and write
his name on the
home plate
forehead sweating
from the effort?

Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. She has been published in various journals and 

online literary magazines such as Pulp Metal Magazine. She has also been included in several anthologies, 

including Zombies Galore and Everyday poets 2.