For fifteen summers Mrs. Guidry planted
the garden. She pulled the weeds
and kept away the deer.
She watched the sunset.
She talked with women.
She raised three children.
"I'm a little happy," she tells the reporters.
"A little sad - mostly sad.
I still think Ron can pitch."
In the newspaper photo she holds her new baby
and looks up at Ron saying farewell
at the microphone. In the staged lighting
she looks like the Virgin
in an old painting. Her forehead glows,
a shadow runs along her nose
and crosses her lips. She is wearing
a dark dress.
Baseball I Gave You All the Best Years of My Life
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