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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what a wonderful memorial to your father He sounds like a man who loved with all he'd done and i'm sure he'd say I have one hell of a son

Posted 12 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

12 Months Ago

i still think of him so often...and yes, i loved and respected him greatly...a good man...cared abou.. read more
Kent Rawski

12 Months Ago

you're welcome jacob
Tough generation indeed. A mixture of dictatorship in the house with wise council. But you honor him and the lessons reaped from hard-core realities. They had their own set of values and priorities. Life was in different lenses and mindsets. Marvelous tribute, sir Jacob.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your very kind and insightful words, Sami,
j.
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

You are welcome muchly
J.
What a grand way to remember your father. Using Ruth and Gehrig as symbols for the way you saw your father is wonderful. At the same time you place your dad with Ruth and Gehrig in real life. You join them together in a fitting tribute to heroes of all stripes. J, this is a side of your poetry that I'm not sure I've seen before . . . I like it. (not that I haven't enjoyed your other work.) Congratulations.
T.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Tom...
and yes, My dad went to yankee stadium as a kid a.. read more
A picture of how I hoped my our only son and his dad would be in the younger years. This is a thing our son hoped would be the case but it never was till now - years on. A poignant write Jacob! Thanks for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

better late than never i would guess...thank you so much for understanding, kitty...
i apprec.. read more
kitty

1 Year Ago

Good to see them enjoying each others company now!
You obviously had a wonderful father to write such amazing poetry about him. What a blessing! This piece really tugs at my heart strings, Jacob! Brilliant!

Posted 2 Years Ago


SJ Mullins

2 Years Ago

You're welcome. I'm glad to hear it since we only have one earthly father. It's nice to read poetr.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

oh my....dysfunction reigned with abundance in our family....and still does...he was a bright spot.... read more
SJ Mullins

2 Years Ago

Life is just too short. I'm glad your Dad was a bright spot. :)
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 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years 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 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years 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 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years 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 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years 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 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

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

3 Years Ago

Always a pleasure to read your work and you are welcome.

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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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