watching Mallie and her Mother Bowl

She was a force to be admired and feared at the bowling alley We stood back and watched, shocked by the ways of Mallie. She stood up straight and tall as she walked to the line Her strikes were amazing, her repeated spares were fine Who taught her to bowl? We asked each other Was it her grandpa, her father? Her cousin? Her brother? It was another woman, said her grandma. It was her mother. Another fine bowler, who arrived in a few. Now we could watch not one amazing woman, but two.