Dad's Old Baseball Mitt Poem

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Dad's old baseball mitt, worn and tattered,
A treasure from the past, memories scattered.
A relic of his youth, a game he played,
A symbol of his skills, the accolades he made.
With weathered leather, cracked and frayed,
It witnessed victories, where he once displayed,
His prowess on the field, a player so bold,
Catching fly balls, a story often told.
Though time has passed, and years have flown,
That mitt still holds the magic it's known.
For in Dad's heart, it's more than just a glove,
It's a symbol of his love for the game, his eternal love.
So he keeps it safe, a cherished treasure,
A reminder of his glory days of leisure,
And when he holds it close, memories lit,
Forever cherished, Dad's old baseball mitt.