He is no legendary baseball pitcher, be he is sure a legend to me.
Sometimes I feel like I will never stop
Just go on forever
Till one fine mornin
I’m gonna reach up and grab me a handfulla stars
Swing out my long lean leg
And whip three hot strikes burnin down the heavens
And look over a God and say
How about that!!!!
I have come across this poem a dozen times. He told me this is where he got his nick name, but I am not really sure about that. But it is only today that I have actually felt the connection of this poem to me. Seemingly, it is trying to tell me something. The words stop, forever, mornin, stars are just a few of the words I actually love. However, it is the last line that got me into thinking at the moment, why this poem has been drawn to me again, on his very birthday, on a typical Monday, just when I am starting to feel that the world is conniving against my fall again. I am sure he is trying to give me a little push, to throw those strikes and have faith in the heavens that I too can actually say: “How about that!!!”
I actually named my daughter after the legendary pitcher, Satchel Paige. But the truth of the matter is, I named her after Satch, the man I will always be proud to call my father even if we have had our histories of craziness during his lifetime. He shall always be a legend to me.
Happy Birthday, Papa.
Kisses to the skies,