Like I have with my folks
she is having with me
like the folks passed the love of the game
I shine the sun to her now
and only one with a subtle understanding of the game
could understand a wink, a gesture, a rarely given high five
we are making memories, greater than any trophy
these tears, and sweat and blood and sore minds and bodies
are the stuff legends are made of kid
now I think you are starting to get me
and I more and more am starting to admire your mettle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem