The Tetherball Battle
 
 


by Eric Ode
 
   
It happens all too often that I hear the fateful call
and learn that Sam is waiting for a game of tetherball.
I know I shouldn't do it. I should turn and walk away.
But something deep inside me says today's my lucky day.

I stroll across the playground. Sam is waiting with a grin.
I muster up my courage, and I pray that I will win.
But soon the school is flooded with the old familiar news
that Sam has made the tether and that, once again, I lose.

One day I'll take the challenge and be happy with the choice.
The angels will be singing, and the heavens will rejoice.
One day I'll be the victor in this battle that we wage,
for Sam's my little sister, and she's only half my age.

 

Text © Eric Ode, posted online by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
 
 
 
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