Five Minute Friday: Catch
And a kiss is thrown
Across the room as I stand at the door
Smiling and waving goodbye.
The crack of a bat
A cheer from the stands
The outfield scrambles, mits in the air.
A small body launches
From the couch, or a chair, or a bench
Through the air into Dad’s waiting arms.
Catch the ball
Catch your breath
Catch the boys as they hurtle through life
Catch the glass before it falls
Catch the arm before he trips
Catch the heart that’s given so freely