Holdens Base Ball Mitt Essay- "The Cather in the Rye"

Growing up, I never really got along with any of the kids in the neighborhood. All I really had to count on was my little sister Phoebe, and my brother Allie. Allie died a couple of years ago from leukemia. But his memory still lives on in the baseball mitt he left behind. . . My brother Allie was a very poetic person. He would always write poems on his baseball mitt. I always wished I could …

…Its almost spring and the sky's is bluer than the brightest sea, Even though the color changed again, its still just you and me, Looking at the sky, just the two of us together, And things have never been better. Its summer again and the sky's a deeper shade blue. And even though that's changed again, I'm still here with you. So even though things change, My love for you will always be the same.