The child took first in his sport nationally
A trinity of gold medals and almost predictable offers
'A once in a life time opportunity' the father assures me
amidst the chaos that follows.
It is an eight year game plan.
The word 'Olympic' is in the fancy title.
A strange sadness comes upon me.
The child of fourteen projecting great destiny at fifty four.
Dad is going to the Olympics, Junior has to tag along.
I secretly grieve and say nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem