Big Red's Wife Has Died
By kyattaman
Big Red’s Wife Has Died This morning I read the story Of a gentle old man Whose wife had died Quietly in her sleep A few nights before. Nothing unusual there Old people die all the time His story really began When the police Sat down and talked with him. It would be hours Before someone could come To remove his wife’s body The old man had plenty of time That was about all he had left. Actually it turned out he also had His memory and lots of pictures Of himself as a young man A Black man with red hair That had first attracted his wife. He said "I was Big Red and she was Little Red See that picture Of me in the day." "There I am in my Negro League uniform Never made more than $50 a game Left baseball to work for the city." He had never looked back Until that cold early April morning When his wife had died. Kenyatta YamelA quiet story about a nice man Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 04:22 PM PST 0 • 1
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