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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She Loved To Watch Him Play</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">she never missed a practice<br>never missed a game<br>sat there watching<br>yelling his name</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">baseball, soccer, basketball too<br>she was always there<br>cheering him on<br>win or lose she didnt care</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he was her little boy<br>he loved to play<br>she loved to watch him<br>even far away</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">for 12 years she was <br>at every game<br>always watching<br>yelling his name</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">then 1 day<br>he asked her not to come<br>he loved her<br>he would always be her son</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he said other parents<br>never come <br>and he didnt want to have<br>the only one</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he said he was a grown<br>man now<br>doesnt want his mom<br>around now</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">she said <br>ok<br>i wont embarrass you <br>that way</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">a few years later<br>he walks to the mound<br>looks at the bleachers<br>he hears a familiar sound</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">then he sees her<br>watching his game<br>sitting there patiently<br>yelling his name</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he smiles real big<br>tips his hat<br>throws the ball<br>right past the bat</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">after the game<br>he runs to the stand<br>looking at his mom<br>she waves her hand</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he runs past the fence<br>around the post<br>then realizes it was <br>his moms ghost</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=571856" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">she never missed a practice<br>never missed a game<br>sat there watching<br>yelling his name</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sandy+Nobody">Sandy Nobody</a></strong></div>