There was a miniature golf course where we would all go to play,
Sometimes we would go at night, sometimes during the day.
It never mattered what time because whatever time we went
There was always one place where a lot of time you spent.

Do you remember when you use to play the pinball machine,
Everybody there seem to know when you entered the scene.
Walking over to the machines with such confidence and ease,
Soon a crowd would gather, whom you would start to please.

Our little pinball wizard with just one thing in mind,
To those around you though you were completely blind.
You would pull the plugger on the machine all the way back,
Your skill at the pinball machine was always right on track.

Numbers on the scoreboard going around and around again,
Flipping the ball and gently nudging the machine to make it spin.
Grownups would stand all around you completely enthralled,
Waiting to watch you conquer the machine with just one ball.

The time would come when one ball you could control no more,
The crowd would not leave though, your talent they could not ignore.
Well, you say just how old was this pinball wizard of mine,
At the time he was only ten but he did just fine.

Son, your Dad and I have always been very proud of you,
And of all the many different things you have been able to do.
We love you so much and I hope this helps you to understand,
We were so proud of you as a boy and now proud of you as a man.

© Brenda Sparkman
January 2005

Midi Playing: "Fantasy"

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