What I Saw Yesterday on the Pitch

I look for your Dad

in your face

but I just see you

or my dad

which is odd since

if broken down,

the only similarities

are eyebrows and coloring.


And then,

I look at the roundness of your face

and remind myself that you're only ten.


Only ten.

You still need a Momma cuddle

and to be told how much you're loved.

But you have to be cool,

so those things are rejected

except when no one is looking.



No one's looking sweetie,
I love you.


This is my football player (one of three). He is usually a striker, a mad striker that managed a hat trick on his debut, but today, he played Goal Keeper.

Despite his occasional distraction looking over at the girls team that was playing, he did a brilliant job.
As I stared at his face through the lens, I was taken back at how young he suddenly looked.

He acts so old.

But he's not too old to reject me just yet,
because he didn't look at the girls' field after every great save,
he looked over at me
and smiled.

*Dear reader, please excuse this blogger from her comment homework. Her broadband ate it.


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