To run in all their races,
In uniforms or matching tees,
With masks upon their faces.
The coach gave pep talks as the kids
Stayed cool within the shade,
Until the time for their events,
When with the sun they’d trade.
We waited for our grandson’s heat
And listened to the cheers
Of parents, whose shouts likely
Never reached their children’s ears.
Yet of course we screamed for Henry
As he sped around the track,
Maybe dreaming of a medal
Or just water and a snack.
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