Little League Championship Game
For My Son Tim
In memory of all the wonderful times at Okeeheelee Park
The sweat dripping down my face
reveals what I'm trying to hide;
I have no fear, no pressure here,
I've got to cast my feelings aside.
It's only a game I tell myself.
Win or lose just do your best.
But I know down deep inside
I gotta come through or I'll never rest.
It's the bottom of the ninth; game tied at three;
two out; and two men on base.
I look at my coach for assurance.
Then wirh nervous confidence take my place.
Ball one I hear the umpire shout,
as I gather determination.
Strike one! He signals now.
Although, it seems with some hesitation.
I gather all the strength I have,
and throw the best fast ball I've got.
I watch the bat as it connects.
Oh no, he's hit a shot!
I turn around - afraid to look
Yes! The right fielder caught the pop-fly.
Whew, I'm so glad he did.
We gave our team another try.
It's not just any game you see.
It's the championship game I've longed to win.
And after our team gets three outs,
I'll be back on the mound once again.
© Copyright 2012 by Gloria Tanner
Comments
I know when my grandson is older he will probably play ... his dad has been little league coach for a while ... he can't play anymore because of a bad knee. Brody's just 2 1/2 yrs old and already is trying his hand at teeball. Looking forward to that adventure.
This brought back lots of memories when my sons played little league. I may just do a story about those years of time spent at the ball fields. Enjoyed the poem!
Boy, did this bring back memories of my softball days and watching my brother play little league. Great job, heartexpressions! Thank you for the memories. :)
We watched the little league world series last week and this poem reminds me of the boys who played their heart out. They lost, but they won so much more in learning the game and what a team is all about. Your little boy is a winner! You mentioned Okeeheelee Park, I live near one in Wellington. Are we neighbors?
Love this one!
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