A poem dedicated to a very good friend who was tragically lost.
Playing was for him today
A friend, a teammate, a brother
Sitting alone, quiet and calm
Visualizing the moments to come
Believing he was ready to play
He still sits, thinking
A prayer now, thanking for the blessings and opportunity
His friend included; he recently passed
This game was for him
Taking field with many emotions
Dark gloomy day, cold breeze; miserable
This game should not be played
Warming up, his was not in it
Emotions ran high, it was just yesterday
A friendship like no other, a person so dear
One mistake, one night, one death; many tears, still streaming
Playing was for him today
A friend, a teammate, a brother
The game began, but his mind had not
Trouble focusing, thoughts in different places
He had to focus, it was a big game
With a new face at second, short was not the same
A different game, a different partner, a different life
The season had taken a turn; the team not alert
A pickup was needed
Through the dark sky and thick clouds
The sun began to show, the wind began to pick up
At short, the dirt began to swirl
The grass to shine
A presence was felt
The game took on a new feel
A memorial, a remembrance; of him
It was just a week ago he was really here
And now, it seems, he has come back for more
And he will continue to return; he belongs here
Peace was in the air
A smile took over his face
He knew he had a partner by his side
The one that has always been
The one that will always be
Playing was for him today
A friend, a teammate, a brother
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