in all the hot summers of playing softball
under the bright summer sky
and watching baseball games
and coaching tee ball
the two rules I remember best
are don’t throw the bat
and keep your eye on the ball
all those little hands throwing balls
looking first to see that the person on the other end
was ready to catch
prepared
watching
aware
part of being a good team player
if only we were as careful,
intentional,
and deliberate
as we tossed our words around
at others
instead of hurling them
without looking
across the room
that is our playing field–
with no referees to call
us to sit the bench for our callous
or unsuitable behavior
we hurl
we hurt
and we lose the game
I Might Need A Nap 
Very nice…Reminds me of a shortie I wrote some years ago about words that wound.
Thank you very much. If you have a link, I’d love to read yours.
Oh, I haven’t posted it. I wrote it years ago. Really short thing, written right after an experience that made me think how much words could/can hurt. Maybe I’ll share it soon then, will look for it 🙂
Please let me know when you do!