Tomorrow's Tennis Star

Hush little one

Today is done and your sleep beckons

Let your dreams receive you warmly

And guide you to your course in life

Where you will play amongst your toddling neighbors

At the local sandbox

Walking, you grasp your racket and swing

While being held by Daddy

Guiding you gently to the ways of the tennis motion

Your first match awkward yet fun

Whacking, chopping, spinning, falling

Balls that hit into the net, balls that fly far outside the court

into the unsuspecting outside.

As the years go by, the ability and talent surge inside

Waiting to connect and transform into a prime maturation

The court expands as do the people in the stands

Your hitting is clean and confident

Your strides float and deceive your opponents

Your weaponry unleashes spins, lobs, drop-shots and slices

As you raise your hands in triumph, you are joined by many who follow

You learn the euphoria of hard-fought victories and the pulsating agony of defeat

I watch you over these moment

Rejoice in your glories and console in your losses

I watch as I always have and always will

And then I realize that it was me who was dreaming

As I return to the here and now

And fix you with my gaze

I continue with my thoughts

Hush little one 

Today is done your sleep beckons

Your days in the tennis sun will wait

Unless of course...

You want to be a doctor!