Sunday Scribblings " Sports"

Sunday Scribblings prompt this week is sports, I almost opted out of this one!
Until I decided this would be nice to record for my daughter!

Painstaking and against her will I would load my car with neighborhood kids, a baseball bat and glove in hand, an attempt to teach my daughter baseball. Something I loved as a child. I was persistent, we went several times, some of the other kids ended up playing well into their late teens joining adult teams. Unfortunately my daughter to this day has no interest. Although around ten she loved to watch her hockey and still does at times. Outside of walking she hasn't much interest in sports! And me well over the years I've become an Oompa loompa!

The Pool

Mother was a tom boy of sorts
Stayed outside, enjoyed her sports
Soccer, baseball the athletic state
She swam, golfed, she could roller skate
Her offspring was a different sort
Blatant aversion to any sport
Mother dragged her to the field
Apathetically, her eyes were peeled
Waiting for the orbs connection
Delayed reaction, to the balls detection
Her running was quite the same
Flaying arms, clearly lame
Athletics notably, not her forte
No longer was she forced to play
Until a neighbor put in a pool
Mother had to change that rule
Signed up for lessons, when she heard
Vital for safety, as fear was spurred
Red was the level she had to pass
Before graduating her swim class
A child despising water in her eye
Dunked her head but didn’t cry
Determined she would learn to float
To play in that pool, or in a boat
A little girl who faced her fears
Enjoyed the water with no more tears
Now she swims, no longer scared
Still tells the world she’s “athletically impaired!”