Guardians of Atlanta 3
(The Baseball Game)
The old blue back-door swung open,
Into the Jonesesâ farmhouse.
Cyrus looked into the kitchen,
There was no one about.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared,
As her soaked and shivering form-
Stepped inside and dripped to the floor,
Hoping to get warm.
Reed: âCyrus?â Came a voice from the other room.
âIs that you, darlinâ?â he said
A dirty-looking man walked in from the kitchen
With a Braves cap on his head.
He wore a red flannel shirt
with blue overalls on top.
And the car part heâd been carrying
He quickly did drop.
For the sight of his daughter crying
Was alarming indeed.
He hugged his crying tweenage girl,
As they slipped down to their knees.
Reed: âCyrus whatâs the matter?
I thought you were at Connorâs game!â
At the gameâs mention,
The weather grew less tame.
As Cyrus coughed and spluttered,
The rain grew more intense.
Reed took her aside into the living room,
And quietly let her vent.
Once she had released
The bulk of her inner turmoil,
She looked up at her Dad,
And anger at herself roiled.
Cyrus: âDad, I ruined the game!
I was sitting in the dugout,
next to Connor like Coach McFarland lets me,
and I triedâŠâ She began to pout.
âIt was stupid but I tried to hold his hand.
And as soon as I did,
he had to go get ready to bat
andâŠâ Cyrus closed her eyelids.
I couldnât help it! I started cryingâŠâ
Cyrus lost it again.
Reed stroked his daughterâs hair,
âThey lost the game when
It was called due to weather,
They were in the 9th down by 4.
But they had the bases loaded and Connor on deck,â
Now Reed saw what she was crying for.
Reed: âAnd the rain was your fault, Cyrus?â
Cyrus: âAre you kidding? Of course, it was!â
Reed took a moment to process it all,
And they relaxed during that pause.
Reed: âIâm sorry, Cyrus. But you canât let
This keep you from living your life.
Iâve told you before and Iâll tell you again,
You donât have to keep secrets and lie.
You can tell Connor
About your gift, if you want.â
Cyrus: âThereâs no way heâd believe me, Daddy!
That was always her response.
âWhy did God give me this gift?!
Whyâd he send that stupid Angel to you?â
Reed saw the pain in his daughterâs face,
But even then he knew,
He had to balance his firmness
And comfort in his reply.
Reed: âGod made you the way he made you.
He gave you control over the sky.
And it wonât do nothinâ but hurt you to be
cursinâ his messenger on high.
I know things are hard for you.
Harder than most girls in fact.
But it will get better, Cyrus.
Godâs Angel promised us that.â
Cyrus sighed and curled up
Into her Daddyâs arms,
And the raindrops lightened into a sprinkle
As they stayed safe and warm,
Inside their beautiful farmhouse,
And there was no more need for talk.
Just the tapping of the rain,
And the ticking of the clock.
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