~ for Ashley & Nicole
I believe in mini-vans full of eleven-year-old
ponytailed girls—all of them dreaming
of being the next Mia Hamm. I believe in
mud-mucked shin guards and stinky goalie gloves,
the held breath for a ricocheted-ball-into-net
that wins the game. I believe in slicing oranges
for baggies full of halftime pick-me-ups
and cheering for everyone’s daughter—
regardless of her parents’ politics. I believe
the best way to quiet a dad yelling at a referee
is to simply hand him a Tootsie Roll Pop
and smile. I believe in the good-game, good-game
line of handshakes and going out for ice-cream
sundaes, win or lose. Watching my daughters play?
I believe that was the cherry on top.