Black and Tan
 

The glow of Toys R Us at night
in the warmth of Southern California
we walked with determination
me and my dad
across a warm blacktop parking lot.
The store lights were large like lanterns
the kind you've never seen before, because
things in the city are so much larger
ten-year olds get distracted
by so much atmosphere, but
me and my dad
we pressed on towards sporting goods
to buy a baseball glove for a
hand that was still growing.
I didn't know the brand-names until later
rows upon rows of
Mizuno's, Wilson's and Rawlings
in only two colors
black and tan, but
I didn't care, because
me and my dad
stood before the weathered checkout clerk
a crisp five hundred dollar bill in hand
I wouldn't know until years later
five hundred dollars
was my mom's monthly alimony.

wow...your poem is so full of raw, sensory detail and emotion...wow...great job

good poem, that.

thanks for the contrubution...

Oh wow. That's fantastic! Full, raw emotion wrapped around a detailed discription of what must be a wonderful memory!:thumbsup::thumbsup: Please keep producing wonderful pieces of literature!

Good one. Amazing the differences that come to mind when one thinks about things from the childs point of view and then what one knows later in life. I like this.