Matthew G. Gwaltney

Matthew Gwaltney looks up toward the sun
The ball is falling his eyes lock he’s on the run
He squints to make sure to get a good look
The ball falls down into the glove he turns around and makes a hook
It hits the backboard swirls the rim
Breaths are held eyes swell as it falls in
His simmering summers full of basketball and softball
Even though his talent was boyishly very raw
Matthew gave everything his all
Rivers move flow to the sea
He looked at them and felt free
He’s a son and a friend that one will forever know
Remember Matthew and his radiant glow