by Richard Subber | Dec 5, 2024 | Memoir, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
a good glove gets old…
Whack!
Funny how it still fits my hand
after so many years,
I remember the stitching
and the thick pad at my palm.
It’s a “Rickey Henderson” glove,
I forgot the name.
The thing is,
a good glove gets old
but it’s still good,
the whack of a line drive
in the pocket
still sounds big,
you whack your hand
into the pocket
ten thousand times,
and the last one
still feels good,
and when my son,
a man now,
says “Dad, here’s your glove,”
he means:
“Here’s the glove
you let me use
a couple times
instead of my kid glove,
I always wanted
to have this glove,
and now I do,
but you can use it
for a while…
it’s still yours.”
August 17, 2024
your grandson probably can throw better than you…
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Old Friends (book review)
Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…
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by Richard Subber | Jul 30, 2024 | Memoir, My poetry, Poetry
choosing up sides…
you’re “it”!
Our playground at the school
was bare dirt studded with big trees,
no one thought we needed more.
We had balls of different sizes,
we ran miles between the trees,
and we did secret things
in the back corner
where the teachers wouldn’t go.
Recess wasn’t my favorite time,
I wasn’t a star in anything,
but I grouched like my friends
when the bell rang us in.
We always started a new game every day,
recess was a “now” time,
I don’t recall having “later” thoughts.
I think I never wondered
how an old man might remember
any of those days…
now I can relive some of those moments,
and I wonder about the things I forget.
April 28, 2024
remembering recess in the 1950s
behind the Blackwood Terrace Elementary School
in Deptford Township, NJ
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Book review: The Myths of Tet
How people get killed by lies…
by Edwin E. Moïse
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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