The Backporch Review 2022

Passing The Glove
By Jake Klein, 11
I put on my father’s
glove—
worn high school through college,
dark tan in color with an old leather
scent,
dirt stains and remains of what once
was a ball
in the old and tattered Rawlings.
This glove reminds me
why I play
why I had a great love for baseball as
I went
through childhood,
how baseball and its importance was passed
though my family,
Over the years this sport has changed my life,
and all of it began with an old glove.
When this glove was made, in its prime,
every player wanted this revolutionary Rawlings,
But now, for most, the glove sits in the attic.
But my dad used that
glove every game.
then he put it in the car to
stow away,
then it made its way to the
attic,
like the others.
One day he took it out to play
one last catch with his son.
That was me.
It never rested again.
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