Track Meet

They limbered up and got prepared To run in all their races, In uniforms or matching tees, With masks upon their faces. The coach gave pep talks as the kids Stayed cool within the shade, Until the time for their events, When with the sun they’d trade. We waited for our grandson’s heat And listened to the cheers Of parents, whose shouts likely Never reached their children’s ears. Yet of course we screamed for Henry As he sped around the track, Maybe dreaming of a medal Or just water and a snack.