notthebeachball

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.

Xothan

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

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ARTelevision

good poem, that.

thanks for the contrubution...

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ForgottenKnight

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

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WarriorBuddha

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.

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