By Andrea Lani
I glance up
from my book
slumped on the
hard corner of
the bleachers
to see bat smack
ball hit floor bounce
into the black
glove we brought
home less than
24 hours ago.
Milo's eyes,
astonished,
meet mine,
my arm reaches
out, thumbs-up.
We leave the
gym into blue
sky day. Him,
ecstatic, me,
terrified my
Saturdays will
be swallowed whole
(Originally published in vox poetica on 7/26/09)
Andrea Lani lives in Whitefield, Maine with her husband and three sons. Her work has been published in Brain, Child, The Motherhood Muse, vox poetica and Literary Mama. She produced the print zine GEMINI and blogs at www.remainsofday.blogspot.com.




