A Boy and a Baseball Mitt
His dad gave him a baseball mitt
Brand-new, a 'Rawlings,' a perfect fit
The boy's face glowed with happiness and pride
He hugged his dad tight, then went outside
To play catch with his best friend
He had to break that mitt in
Make it softer, flexible and pliable
He'd catch every ball, be 'Mr. Reliable'
The boy played 'till it was too dark to see
Then raced back home, bursting with glee
Tucked the ball into the pocket of his glove
He'd sleep on it that night, his pillow above
So the mitt's pocket would be perfectly formed
To the shape of the ball it would precisely conform --
Proclaiming, "Dad, you're the best dad there ever could be!"
Love coming straight from his heart ~ Wouldn't you agree?
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