his playing years

his playing years

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


his playing years




the reflection revealed in his old eyes of
Babe Ruth in his pinstripes,
standing at home plate in the Stadium,
the hands of my father coming together,
the cheers for a long run around the bases,

the man on his feet at ten
the younger version,
an old tiny mitt fitting like a glove
hoping the Babe might foul one into the seats
a Ruth-ian gesture

the point,
the adolescent eyes straining to see

then the ancient eyes straining to remember
ninety plus years of running his own bases
not on a ball field
but hitting home runs of his own
with career, family, 
never missing a game, like Gehrig
never missing a beat of our lives

and we all wanted to swing the way he did,
his values went long and deep,
his heart pointing toward his sunset

we still fill the empty seats
a row in the grandstand
the ashes fly

he was our Ruth and Gehrig all in one
and he is still slamming long memories
out of the park.


erin-cilberto
3/8/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto



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Yes, yes, yes! Wonderful tribute to your Dad and The Babe as well! Left me in tears..." and he is still slamming long memories out of the park" -great line. It brought back memories of Yankee Stadium and Amazin' Shea...I just loved this my friend!

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you, Annette....yes, was great watching "the Mick" Yogi, Skowran, Bauer and others as a kid, a.. read more
Sometimes I think that if we create memories like these with our children it will all have been worth it in the end. xx. This is wonderful memory.

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Ana...

j.
You were a lucky man, j. to have those memories. and to let the ashes fly in a place he loved. In life's hustle and bustle there is always room for an afternoon game in the warm sun. Play ball.

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Ted,
j.
I'm so sorr for your loss j. A beautifully deep and layered tribute. R xo

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Rach.
j.
The great ones. Ruth and Gehrig. Few had equal their skill and their power. I liked the deep thoughts and places shared in your words. We learn in old age. Time moved too fast. Thank you Jacob for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, Coyote.
j.
Coyote Poetry

7 Months Ago

Always a pleasure to read your work and you are welcome.
Even to a Europaen with passing knowledge of baseball this speak loud and clear, of respect, of tradition and of love.
beautiful writing Jacob

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Tony.
j.
'.. and we all wanted to swing the way he did,
his values went long and deep,
his heart pointing toward his sunset '

Magnificent words, a beautiful tribute start to finish and - beyond. Hugs across space, friend.

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind review, emma..
j.
a lovely layered tribute j to your father but had a layer of uncle sam of america when you mentioned pinstripes, but thats just me. lovely work.

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you, andrew...

j.
A beautiful tribute written as with all your writing, in amazing appropriate metaphors, that describe your thoughts so clearly and flow through the readers mind in 'movie' scenes.

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, John,
j.
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Gee
So, so sorry for your loss Jacob.

Posted 7 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

7 Months Ago

thank you, Gee...

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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