The Ball

has fallen from some

child’s grasp

perhaps five years of age

the perfect size

to fit a little angel’s hand

like my own daughter.

Left perhaps or misplaced

on our front lawn

by one so full  

of life.

As I watched yesterday

the joy of childhood

our girl & friends 

wrapped in screams of delight

as daddy and mommy

prepared dinner

at the house

both of us alive in the tempo.