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