First Game
The words I’ve been dreading:
Batter up!
That’s me.
I’m in.
No idea what I’m supposed to do.
The pitcher winds his arm;
something white whizzes past my face
Strike one!
Oops. I guess I should have swung.
Come on, Max.
That was a sitter!
Easy for Sam to say,
he’s safe in the crowd.
Big brothers always think they’re better.
Maybe he should come see things from where I stand.
Strike two!
Oh. Didn’t even see that one coming.
Too busy worrying about Sam.
Maybe I should concentrate.
The pitcher winds his arm back.
I focus.
A white blurr whizzes towards me.
I close my eyes
Swing
And whack.
I hit it. I can’t believe I hit it!
Run!
Sam again.
My legs propel me
towards first base.
Throw it to first!
a fielder cries
but I’m there before the ball.
Safe on first!
Safe.
The sweetest word
I’ve ever heard.
copyright Sally Murphy 2013
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