LOVE | POETRY

My Phenomenal Tennis Player

It’s one-on-one out there, man. There ain’t no hiding. I can’t pass the ball. - Pete Sampras

I watched him standing there confident and relaxed, Ready for that ‘start to launch’ position His smooth, tanned hitting arm relaxes the grip on his rachet’s handle,

His other arm tosses the ball in front Hits a nice, tight spin serve Which gets the ball landing deeply Inside his opponent’s service line and forcing up a weak return;

From time to time he changes pace, With a combination of power and unquestioned grace, a clever angle and topspin serve.

He gloriously throws off his opponent playing points outright, naturally, instinctively like he always does.

Gee! He wins that match! I almost cried out with joy! While running to him, Lovingly hugged him tightly.

I tell you, he’s no Pete Sampras but I feel so proud of him, I know, he didn’t pass the ball to me, But he still remains, My great, phenomenal tennis player.

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