The One Story
Little League all-star game,
I hit a homerun over the fence.
My father abandoned the bleachers
for the sidelines and after I crossed home plate
lifted me up onto his six foot four shoulders
and pranced me around the field
before my teammates and coaches
and all the other parents in the stands,
as if I were royalty.
And I was never closer to the sky
where the rabbi told us heaven was.
Do I recall this story because
it was our few minutes of glory?
Or because it was the only time
my father showed me off like a trophy?
Or is it because each time
I’m called upon by my daughters
to tell them a story about
the grandfather they never met
I tell them this tale, though
after a few words they stop me
to say they’ve heard it before.
Tell us another one. But I continue
the same words in the same order:
Little League all-star game,
I hit a homerun over the fence
and my father abandoned the bleachers
for the sidelines and after I crossed home plate
lifted me onto his six foot four shoulders
and pranced me around the field
before my teammates and coaches
and all the other parents in the stands,
as if I were royalty.
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Philip Terman’s recent books include My Blossoming Everything, The Whole Mishpocha and, as co-translator, Tango Below a Narrow Ceiling: The Selected Poems of Riad Saleh Hussein. He directs the non-profit Bridge Literary Arts Center in Venango County, PA. bridgeliteararyartsartscenter.org

I was immediately drawn to this poem by the brilliant tone and writing style of the poet. Part nostalgia, part poem, part life lesson…so much to take in and mull over here. One of my favorite writers is John Irving, especially his book, A Prayer for Owen Meany, which includes the theme of both baseball and an absent father.
I love, love this poem. Bravo!
Love the lines, “And I was never closer to the sky/where the rabbi told us heaven was.” Those lines say everything. Great poem.
And when I read this poem, this story, I suddenly feel it’s about me too, which makes me smile with gratitude.