Journal 16

I loved my brother Allie so much, that's why I kept his baseball mitt. I couldn't stand thinking about that I'll never see him again. I guess because of that the mitt is so damn valuable to me. Well, and it really was a huge part of Allie, that's why it makes me feel good; because only I have it. Allie's baseball mitt is a left-handed baseball mitt. The whole mitt is a light brown color because it is very worn. Yeah, you can even smell the smell of old leather and the dirt. A long time ago Allie wrote poems in green ink on every finger and every pocket of the mitt. Since then the ink had faded down a bit. You can barely make out the words. I always thought it was so damn funny that Allie wrote the poems on the glove so he would have something to read when he was on the field and nobody was up the bat. But now it's just a funny little memory that makes me think of Allie even more.