Initialised by a true story I read. - ''Emotional Alert'' , it IS a 'tear jerker' RUN, SHAY, RUN. My son had trouble walking, Faulty co-ordination, Inclusion, NOT rejection w elcomed, No agitation. While out for stroll in parkland, A baseball game in play, By guys, knew th'situation, Would they include my Shay? He asked me IF they'd let him, Deep down, I sensed they'd not, As caring dad, with caution, Did ask, response, I got. "We're losing by six runs just now, Eighth innings on, but wait, We'll try to let him bat the ninth, Can't do much worse now, mate" Shay struggled to the team bench, Donned team shirt, smile SO wide, MY eyes were sopping wet, Though m y heart, for team, had pride. Ninth inning, Shay did don a glove , In right field, he did play, His joyous smile, ACCEPTANCE, Though no hits came his way. At bottom of ninth inning, His team did score anew, Two outs and bases loaded,...
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies