Not Just a Ball

The ball spins gracefully; invisible arms reaching for the skies
As beautiful lost memories are channelled through to me;
The laughs, the sadness, the blood and tears
Swirling like a wave to the forefront of my mind,
Seeming to teleport me back to that enticing time.
We sat together, breathing as one;
Focused, prepared, trained and ready
The nerves were building; when family skipped in
Holding a ball, coloured pearl white and Irish green;
Cries of joy filled the room,
The striking comet darting from hand to hand,
Each pass like an axe, cutting down the huge pressure towering above
Soon after, the times in Ireland were drawing to a close;
Yet the ball had not aged a bit
Its life kept firmly alive in four young hearts.
Now the ball stops and begins to fall;
The end of its magical dance on invisible stage
Siphoning memories and happiness like sand
To me