I guess when you're a three to five year old Smacking a soccer ball Sweetly connecting it with your foot Or folding an apple into your shirt at snack Or playing tag with a blonde girl you've never met Makes not speaking english stop mattering.
I volunteer at a week long camp in North Cambridge called Soccer Nights. It's a free soccer camp for 6-12 year olds with a 3-5 play group on the side. It brings together tons of newly immigrated familys and is amazing at building relationships. This is a rather badly written poem but I would love if someone read this and took the time to look Soccer Nights up. It's a wonderful operation that doesn't happen often.