Elsa, My Brown Eyed Granddaughter

[edsiejka]

Elsa, My Brown Eyed Granddaughter
by Edmund Siejka

Even when you were a little child
Your watchful eyes
Saw everything
Missed nothing
Your baby laugh was infectious
And rightfully so
Because you were the brown eyed Princess
In your mother’s heart.

Years later
On one Spring day
On a wide field
Boys lined up for soccer
Accompanied by their Dads
Tattooed men, baseball caps and beer bellies
When some one in the back said
“Y’know the government says they gotta let the girls play.
Ain’t that something?”
The question hung in the air
Unanswered.

You bit your lower lip
And we were afraid that you would get hurt or wouldn’t be able to compete.
Against the boys who were heavier and taller
But we were surprised
The look of determination on your face was that of Wonder Woman
Racing onto the field never looking back
You were running against the wind
Bypassing the bullies
Pushing them out of the way
And scoring two goals.

After the game
The coach came up,
Clip board in hand,
Looked down on you and asked
“Whaddy say your name is again?”
You told him your name and he shook his head
Saying to everyone and to no one in particular
“She’s really good. She’s better than the guys on the team.”

When we got home you did somersaults and back flips
And I cautioned
“Be careful Elsa, be careful”
And your response was the same
“I’m always careful Grandpa.”

With your determination and tenacity
You can become anything you want
And if you should find your dreams
Blocked by a closed door
Summon your true spirit
And kick the door wide open
For you are Elsa.

[sasha]

Rock on, Elsa. Show 'em how it's done.

[saw]

Inspirational !
Well done....Again !