I hated being out on the baseball field. It was always so boring. I loved playing baseball.. just hated being on the damn field. I decided to get smart one day and wrote a bunch of poems on my baseball glove. I wrote it in my favorite pen. It had green ink.. that's why it was my favorite. I looked over in the stands and saw my big brother Holden sitting there. I admired Holden, he was always there for me. Even when my family found out I had leukemia, he didn't baby me like all the rest of 'em. He treated me like his healthy, normal, little brother. That's why I loved Holden. I wasn't some sick little kid to him. I hope to be just like Holden when I get older.
No comments:
Post a Comment