i wrote this a few months back while in my shop, i was having a bad day and just started jotting stuff down. don't know if you would call this a story or poem, i've never written anything before this, so please bear with me as my writing skills are not very good.
I called this "Reflections"
I pause as i settle down into my shot, i tell myself "1ball side pocket", but when i look into the bright yellow ball I see a familiar face, it's my son right around the age of 1 waddling across the floor jabbering something that only he knows means. 1ball drops silently. I circle around the table, "2ball corner pocket", there he is in his high chair, must be his 2nd birthday, he's covered in cake from head to toe, not a sound as the ball disappears. Didn't bring the cue around far enough, gonna be a tough cut, i get my angle, in the shiny red surface i can see tears streaming down his freckle covered cheeks, he shut his finger in the car door in a hurry to get into Chucky Cheese's for his 3rd birthday. Perfect slice, cue ball goes 2 rails for position. "4ball side pocket", "PEDAL,PEDAL,PEDAL" i yell as a slow harmless crash happens while he's learning to ride without training wheels, 4ball drops. "5ball side pocket", "Honey, why are you crying, you knew this day would come" i said to my wife as we watched him climb the steps onto the bus for the first time, his little Bob the Builder backpack the last thing we see as he disappears down the aisle, 5ball sinks without a thought. "6ball corner pocket", in the dark green ball i see my little man on stage singing his heart out to "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" in his very first school play, wearing those fake antlers and little brown suit his mommy stitched for him, slow roll to corner pocket. "7ball side pocket", "He'll be ok honey, i was riding go-carts when i was 4 or 5" i tell my wife as he darts off, laughing at the top of his lungs, 7ball drops easily. "8ball corner pocket", in the darkness of the 8ball i see my little trooper in the recovery room after having his tonsils removed, stirring, finally awake enough to realize he's not in his bed and begins to cry, "It'll be ok, mommy and daddy are here", 8ball disappears without even a whisper. "9ball corner pocket" just as i hear the door behind me open. "What's the matter daddy?", "Nothing Why?", "But your crying, i've never seen you cry before", "Well son, sometimes in life the balls roll differently for people", "What's that mean daddy?", "Well son let's just say for the last 8 years the balls have been rolling like never before, now let's get you back in bed", "But you have one ball left daddy", "Thats ok, i've got the rest of my life for you to put a reflection in that one for me", "Daddy", "What son?", "Sometimes you say the wierdest things."
sorry so long just bored waiting for the wife to get home so we can start the christmas eve thing with going to all the places tonight, figured i'd share this little piece with you before i go.
Merry Christmas to everyone, have a safe and Happy Holiday!!!
I called this "Reflections"
I pause as i settle down into my shot, i tell myself "1ball side pocket", but when i look into the bright yellow ball I see a familiar face, it's my son right around the age of 1 waddling across the floor jabbering something that only he knows means. 1ball drops silently. I circle around the table, "2ball corner pocket", there he is in his high chair, must be his 2nd birthday, he's covered in cake from head to toe, not a sound as the ball disappears. Didn't bring the cue around far enough, gonna be a tough cut, i get my angle, in the shiny red surface i can see tears streaming down his freckle covered cheeks, he shut his finger in the car door in a hurry to get into Chucky Cheese's for his 3rd birthday. Perfect slice, cue ball goes 2 rails for position. "4ball side pocket", "PEDAL,PEDAL,PEDAL" i yell as a slow harmless crash happens while he's learning to ride without training wheels, 4ball drops. "5ball side pocket", "Honey, why are you crying, you knew this day would come" i said to my wife as we watched him climb the steps onto the bus for the first time, his little Bob the Builder backpack the last thing we see as he disappears down the aisle, 5ball sinks without a thought. "6ball corner pocket", in the dark green ball i see my little man on stage singing his heart out to "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" in his very first school play, wearing those fake antlers and little brown suit his mommy stitched for him, slow roll to corner pocket. "7ball side pocket", "He'll be ok honey, i was riding go-carts when i was 4 or 5" i tell my wife as he darts off, laughing at the top of his lungs, 7ball drops easily. "8ball corner pocket", in the darkness of the 8ball i see my little trooper in the recovery room after having his tonsils removed, stirring, finally awake enough to realize he's not in his bed and begins to cry, "It'll be ok, mommy and daddy are here", 8ball disappears without even a whisper. "9ball corner pocket" just as i hear the door behind me open. "What's the matter daddy?", "Nothing Why?", "But your crying, i've never seen you cry before", "Well son, sometimes in life the balls roll differently for people", "What's that mean daddy?", "Well son let's just say for the last 8 years the balls have been rolling like never before, now let's get you back in bed", "But you have one ball left daddy", "Thats ok, i've got the rest of my life for you to put a reflection in that one for me", "Daddy", "What son?", "Sometimes you say the wierdest things."
sorry so long just bored waiting for the wife to get home so we can start the christmas eve thing with going to all the places tonight, figured i'd share this little piece with you before i go.
Merry Christmas to everyone, have a safe and Happy Holiday!!!