Coach Wooden and Grandchildren
Like many, I have talked with Coach Wooden about the Xs and Os of basketball. He liked explaining how things work. Like many, I have talked with Coach Wooden about life. He really liked talking about life. Like many, I have talked with Coach Wooden about the ins and outs of creating a united team. He would sit up in his chair to talk about that. I have talked with John Wooden about grandchildren. That’s when he would sit up in his chair and lean forward. I think he loved that subject more than anything else. Stories and stories he would tell filled with very funny and heart-warming moments. Once Coach said, “My granddaughter looked at me eye to eye, moved in a little closer almost nose to nose, and softly said, ‘Papa. You’re really sumpin.’”
Like many, I didn’t understand his joy until I received my first grandson, Chase Maxwell. I wanted Coach to know I had learned the lesson so I wrote this poem and sent it to him.
Grandpa’s Little Boy
I hold my infant grandson tenderly.
His eyes meet mine and I hear angels sing.
His trusting stare gives more than worth to me.
Oh, I am rich, yes richer than a king.
And when I think of all the waiting rhymes,
Created for those virgin, tender ears,
The circus clowns and puppet shows and mimes,
I beg my God to live a few more years.