My inspiration for this poem was the Carl E. Stotz statue, which represents the founder of the Little League World Series and sits among the other Bases Loaded statues on Market Street.
“Everyday I walk past
This man on a bench
Welcomingly he sits there
With his arm outstretched
Sometimes I sit next to him
With his arm around me
Wondering why his presence
Is comforting
I talk and he listens
With not much say
He just let’s me vent
While quiet he remains
I pretend at times
That he’s the father I did lose
Even though
He is just a statue.”
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