The Hero's Game
We see his parents in the stands
As they sit tensely clasping hands
In silent prayer for their loved son
And for the task that must be done.
Another recalls small girl she knew
Who early showed the skill that grew,
With hard work and determination,
Into a gift for her loved nation.
Their small boy turned into the man
Who is this tall Olympian.
Spotlighted as the whole world watches
This daughter who is winning matches.
With medals won and more to go,
Speed records fall, they're much too slow.
Favorites competing in the races,
Fall back as others take their places.
The winter games of twenty-ten
Are turning children into men
And women who with their skill and grace
Are winners in the human race.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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