Alice, Emily; rivals by design.
Pushy parents; competitive coaches.
The choice never theirs,
Neither thought to question.
They started young;
Pre-teens, good girls.
Sport to keep it this way,
So parents hoped...
Victory always their aim.
Driven by fear;
Fear of not pleasing,
Of being second best.
Teens came, both changed.
Girls became women.
Emily - black pigtails turned bob,
Alice’s auburn curls, bobbed too.
August, hot and sticky.
A tournament played every year;
Since eleven, now twenty five.
All move to memories.
Their last game.
It ended today.
Tennis, rivalry, connection.
Preparing for change.
Relief and sadness.
Excitement and fear.
A moment always to come,
Neither knew when or why.
Emily’s why - adventure, freedom,
Escape - a new land.
Alice’s very different,
Motherhood, alone, unexpected.
Alice reached over the net,
Emily inhaled, the flame danced.
A moment paused.
Reflection on paths to be taken.
Today was different.
Play enjoyed.
No catch,
Their last match.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Alice, Emily; rivals by design.
Pushy parents; competitive coaches.
The choice never theirs,
Neither thought to question.
They started young;
Pre-teens, good girls.
Sport to keep it this way,
So parents hoped...
Victory always their aim.
Driven by fear;
Fear of not pleasing,
Of being second best.
Teens came, both changed.
Girls became women.
Emily - black pigtails turned bob,
Alice’s auburn curls, bobbed too.
August, hot and sticky.
A tournament played every year;
Since eleven, now twenty five.
All move to memories.
Their last game.
It ended today.
Tennis, rivalry, connection.
Preparing for change.
Relief and sadness.
Excitement and fear.
A moment always to come,
Neither knew when or why.
Emily’s why - adventure, freedom,
Escape - a new land.
Alice’s very different,
Motherhood, alone, unexpected.
Alice reached over the net,
Emily inhaled, the flame danced.
A moment paused.
Reflection on paths to be taken.
Today was different.
Play enjoyed.
No catch,
Their last match.
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