He pulls on his helmet and picks up his bat,
He walks to the plate, “Gotta hit and that’s that.”
The crowd starts to yell, the game’s on the line,
Last inning, two outs, the score’s nine to nine.
Dad yells, “Go get it,” Mom wrings her hands,
Coach hollers, “hit it,” but alone there he stands.
Heroes are made in seconds such as this,
but he’s just a little boy, what if he should miss?
Years after this game’s ended and he’s little no more,
Will he remember the outcome or even the score?
No, he’ll have forgotten if he was out, hit, or run,
He’ll only look back on his friends and the fun.
So cheer this boy on, alone with his fate;
Help him remember with fondness this stand at the plate.
Spend your time wisely and help in his quest
to be a hitter with confidence and always his best
And when the game’s over, this boy can stand tall,
for you’ve helped him prepare to give it his all.