that's all I know

her dad is dead.
when he was well,
they’d go to the ball park
to cheer on their
boys of summer,
lovable losers
that they are.
when he got too old,
maybe too tired,
they settled for
radio broadcasts
in the home.
when I saw her last,
she sat quietly,
listening to me
spin yarns,
she didn’t tire-
said so herself.
that’s all I know.

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