On my Little league team
Cal was my starting catcher
His family lived across the street
He was in his mid twenties
in the wrong place at the wrong time
An angry young boy had the night
before been arrested for drugs and alcohol
Released he was bitter and threatening
He would shoot the first cop he saw
Still they could not keep him in jail
Cal loved fishing
Early in the morning he was sent to get bait
They crossed pathes and the other boy
had gone to his car and had a pistol
No one knows what conflict took place
Each year the boy comes up for parole
Cal's Mom is there every time
her son's killer comes up for parole
On the opposite of the room sits another Mom
For years they do not speak
Both are ladies of Christian faith
Finally Cal's Mom says,
"I see you every year,
why do you keep coming?"
"I love my son!"
"You never speak to me."
"I know your hurt and feel your pain."
This did not take place overnight.
These two women sat opposite each
other for years and never spoke or
looked at each other. Both were feeling
pain. Both lost husbands who were also
hurting to Cancer. It took allot of
courage to break and heal the hatred.
Not as much a poem as reality. The two mothers
are real. The story is true. Today both Mothers
have become friends and go monthly to the, "Mothers
against Violence!", meetings. Unbelievably Cal's Mom
is becoming in her Christian faith forgiving. The
senseless violence hurting everyone involved. Which
includes anyone who might read this. We need to
get a handle on drugs and raising our kids to love
not hate./dandy