“Same emotions occur when my ballplayer who turned into a Dad has twins.“

He used to play third like nobody else,
	A star on each youth team he played.
He’d run down pop flies and dive for ground balls
	Making plays that left teammates amazed.

Is this the same boy in this hospital room
	With two baby girls on his lap?
When did he turn in his cleats and his glove
	For pink baby covers and caps?

When did he learn how to cradle a child
	And change soiled diapers and such?
When did his voice get so quiet and soft
	And his hands get so gentle to touch?

His beautiful wife from the hospital bed
	Smiles at me, then, and gives me a wink.
She’s read my old mind and is most qualified
	To answer my questions, I think.

Since she married him she’s been able to watch
	The big transformation that’s come.
She’s proud of her man, but no prouder than me
	And his mother that he is our son.

My granddaughter twins are two lucky gals!
	Every new year that God will now add
They’ll be safe from the bad things that live in this world
	‘Cuz the third baseman now is their Dad.


				                             E. A. Coe