The Tears In Rafa's Eyes
Nadal came out on top today,
His eighth time at the French.
He looked relieved and quite composed
While sitting on the bench.
And when that silver trophy
Was placed firmly in his hands,
A roar was heard from all the crowd,
Rejoicing in the stands.
He kissed that bowl and raised it high,
His face lit up and beaming.
I’m sure it felt surreal, a bit
Like he was merely dreaming.
His calm remained until they played
The anthem of his nation.
To Spaniards watching, this was cause
For quite a celebration.
When Rafa heard that music start,
His eyes welled up with tears,
For patriotic feelings flowed
Commingled with the cheers.
A brilliant day of tennis set
One champion apart,
As we bore witness to
That Spanish pride within his heart.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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