My Happiest Moment Poem by bobby kramer jr.

Baseball, baseball, baseball
is the game that I love
everything this game represents
from my bat, to the balls, and my glove.
everytime, I step onto the field
I feel this sense of pride
something only a baseball player can feel
a feeling I can't quite describe.
ever since I was a little boy
playing baseball was my dream
putting on my uniform
walking onto the field with my team.
the only bad thing about baseball
that I wish I could of had
everytime I looked into the stands
I was hoping to see my dad.
every game that I played in
I wanted him to see
the accomplishments I made on the field
and the pitcher I trained so hard to be.
some games I couldn't take it
and emotions would take there toll
so I would sit in the corner of the dugout
trying not to let it show.
I know my dad wants to be here
I told myself that everyday
I know that he would give the world
to cheer and watch me play.
I remember the one game my dad made it to
It's vivid as yesterday
I remember picking my head up
seeing my dad walk towards my way.
that was my happiest moment
to finally have my dad there
I've waited so many years
to have this moment we can share.
so, now when I step on the mound
and I look in the stands and I don't see
my dad not sitting there watching
atleast, I know in my heart he will be.