Wednesday, June 4, 2008

I hear a basketball

I think of my son.

I am taken back to days when he walked up to the house pounding his basketball.

He'd always leave his big damned shoes in the doorway.

I walked past a front door today where there were lots of running shoes scattered.

2 comments:

Mindy said...

This made me cry!

Laura said...

Nice to have someone you miss that well. :)