Creation #2 Poem "A Toast To Where I'm From"

A small town, which town?
Is it this one or that one
My address says one, I played Little League in another
I'm pretty sure I went to school in a totally different place

But none of that matters

we all talked and laughed in and out of class

and when I came home I was bathed

in love

like a dove everything was clean and pure.

As I got older some things became obscure,

but that didn't matter back then.

When my father came home from work

we'd play until the dusk rolled in

and even after, constant laughter, with my brother,

Oh to go back there!

Baseball games in the backyard

no time limit it didn't matter when we'd start.

My dad was tired from working all day
he gets up at six and didn’t come home til six

but he still fired

them in.

I just use to try and win.

Then we'd come in and eat,

I came in victorious.

Sitting around the table with my family it was glorious.

Right then and there, each night, I knew I was a winner.

Thanks you, Mom

for dinner.