Home Run

• Remalin Albert Swarnaraj, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2017

Anxious.
But, I was ready.
That last ball will determine the team’s win or loss.
I was ready to catch that last ball.
My life was on the brim of win or loss.

Nobody saw my sweating hands,
Hidden deep inside the baseball gloves.
Yet, I was ready.
I was ready to catch that last ball.
My life was on the brim of win or loss.

The ball was thrown.
The crowd went wild.
Home run was called.
It was the catcher’s turn to hide.
I was ready to catch that last ball.
But, that ball was my last loss.