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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Gee
So, so sorry for your loss Jacob.

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you, Gee...

j.
A very masculine, All-American way of declaring deep love and abiding respect for your father.
Ruth and Gehrig were never in better company.
Heartwarming piece, Jacob!



Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

you are kind..thank you, Jimmy.
j.
Jacob, you just made me cry.

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you, Jon.
j.
oh wow - love that I landed on this one - I am with Einstein Noodle - this is truly one of my faves of yours - what a beautiful bunch of words, shared memories and feelings. I like this style of your writing very much - reads like a story, but layered with a little thing called love - nice Jacob, very very nice X

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, KWP...

j.
Oh Jacob, I can see your dad and mine watching baseball years ago when they were still with us here. This makes me smile and yet get tears. Nice write. Valentine

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you for relating, Kathie...they would have had good seats, and maybe caught one of those foul .. read more
an all time favorite of mine sir ..i would send it to my dad if i could ..better yet read it to him ..i think your poem is masterful ...so relateable, all the scenes and aromas of the "Stadium" way back then ..and the mitt! they were flat as pancakes ...hardly of the same genus of modern nets and webbing ... so padded one has to look twice to know if the ball is in there .. i am kinda choked up in reading sir ..fine tribute to all dads .. into me library it goes!
E.

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

wow, you are so kind in your review, E.
thank you much,
j.
Salute to our fathers who are now smiling down on us up there.

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you, gabrielle...yes, we salute all of them.
j.
This poem made me so sad. I'm very sorry for your loss. It's truly a beautiful piece.

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

thank you for your kind words, Gullia...

j.
wish I had the words Jacob.. there is a hole where he once occupied and now filled with his memories and your love for him... we also had mom cremated recently and dad will join her when he is ready, they were together since HS and married like your mom and dad for 70 years, it would have been 71 in June...

I can only add to what others have said by leaving you this note of my sadness for your loss and that you are thought of fondly, always...

Curt

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

wow, 70 years for your folks too...amazing...especially considering all the divorce that occurs toda.. read more
I am so very sorry, Jacob. You must remember the time he was here, and know of how thrilled he is to be united again with your Mom.

I love the baseball analogy you tied into this - giving those of us who didn't know him, a true glimpse of what he was like. And what he was like will always be alive, in you!

Posted 9 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Months Ago

you are so right, Kelly...he will always be alive in me...thank you for your compassionate words...<.. read more

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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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