Congratulazioni -An Itlaian Word
(Meaning Congratulation)
Mom, see this is my prize, the Golden
trophy; timing record I've broken
while reaching first in the sports event
of 'The Half Marathon race'; it meant
one to cover 21.1 km distance with no stop.
Smilingly, with tears in her eyes she
embraced her son, whispering with glee,
I'm so proud of you. Your Dad surely
would have been glad to see you're pushy
like him, to do best to shine in sports.
Mom, you know, when I could see the red
ribbon at finishing line ahead,
my body was aching and crying
out sorely for oxygen; drying
throat, legs become hard, I's wavering.
The end is within sight, wandering
can I touch red ribbon conquering
the coveted winner's podium; but
in my head someone telling me what
you're doing, stop, don't try, you can't do.
You're on the verge of total collapse
– that voice getting much louder; perhaps
I would have stopped but at that crucial
time what made me to think, refusal;
refused to be deterred by body.
I continued to run, I don't know
how continued despite that let go
feelings in my head, just moved ahead
towards finish line, can't be misled
and crossed red ribbon, continued more...
Coach ran towards me patted, shouted
my persistence he never doubted;
‘Congratulazioni’, my dear boy;
yes, my friends and coach were full of joy;
took me on their shoulders while cheering.
Coach said, those who outlast everyone
else will have the last laugh, let’s have fun.
Mom said, you're like your Dad who never
gave up, fought till end, just remember
capacity to persist is Key.
Mom told, you know, HE has watched your sheer
determination driven to steer
gave magic power and you're able
to muster strength, HE kept you stable
to reach the finish line with glory.
~X~X~X~
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