with my dad and 1 1/2 year old nephew
it is not quite Norman Rockwell
in its quintessential Americanness
as we are inside and my nephew
can't exactly throw or catch per-say
but there is something resonant
in this simple game of catch
three generations playing
in this fundamental way
a connection that deepens
the moment we all share
and links us back and back and back
I imagine myself as a toddler
playing peek-a-boo or roll-the-ball
with my father and grandpa Irv,
I imagine my dad as a kid
throwing a baseball around with Irv
and great-grandpa Mart
on and on
into the past.
This pattern is not dispiriting but affirming,
connected as we are by blood
and time.
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