My baseball

50 cents for sale
That’s what it said
Through it up in the air
Up above my head

Walking back home
Excited for what’s to come
As I ran inside
Ready to tell mum

Take it outside
And admire it more
So pearly white and soft to touch
But I got bored so I left it on the floor

Three years later
Still there in the sun
Not so white any more, more of a brown
As I pick it up I remember the fun

Of me and my dad
Throwing that ball
All around the backyard
This will always be my favourite