home

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the phone call has come
like a bill in the mail
like a snail, news, will eventually reach a destination

i knew it would

can you come home

a father, my father
has grown tired of his bright eyes
and he wants to say good-bye
i remember the days when you watched for me on the stoop
when those boys would chase me home

how when thurman munson died
you stayed up with me as i cried
at home
every game i won or lost you were always there
when i came home
and i always saw you hiding among the trees 
at the ballpark
when i failed and fell
you never yelled 
and still allowed me to come home
but
you always sent me back out into the street
back onto the diamond
because you had to
for all of this never hated you
so now i return to this place 
with the facts on my face
that
home is where my heart is
the place where my father lived



i will see him when i round the bases
and come
home.












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