I was at the park writing poetry one day and I saw a young brotha getting schooled basketball by his dad. It made me remember my dad and I was thankful that he still had his.
Black daddy on the basketball court
Teaching his bird to fly
Up and over closer and closer
Touch the sky
Black baby didn’t make it today
But worked hard and earned a break
Good thing daddy’s gonna stay and show the way
Been on the court for years
So he can coach his baby
And in the same way
Get to know his baby
Get to mold his baby
Into an athlete
Hoping that he’ll make it
To the basketball league
After growing tall
After he’s shown him all a father can present
Hoping he can win
High in the sky like a bird of prey
Swoop down on a hoop like it’s lunch today
“You aint touchin me”
That’s what the son said
When the opposite team tried to play defense
His daddy made him so strong
Now he gets his game on
The bird is an eagle
And he’s soaring towards fame strong.
Copyright © 2011 by Lloyd Emery. All rights reserved.
Beautiful relationship between the dad and son. Thanks for sharing.. 
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