Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Hand It to Mom

We were walking to the ball park.
Mom was my biggest baseball fan.
"Big little leaguer," she'd remark.
We turned the corner. Sounds began
Of someone screaming from above.
A dangling infant we could see
Holding onto the railing of
The 3rd or 4th floor balcony.
Mom quickly got right underneath,
Just as the child lost grip and fell.
I watched Mom with gritted teeth,
Smoothly catch the child, safe and well.

At the game, I caught balls in play.
But, Mom made the catch of the day.