Number 80

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It’s hard to believe that’s you,

These feelings of mine are all too new.

Up in the stands, I clap and cheer,

Tackle football’s a first for you this year.

Number 80 – you make me proud,

And that is why my heart beats loud.

An anxious heart, all the same,

I watch you out there play the game.

Twelve years ago, I swaddled you tight,

Protecting you with all of my might.

Now it’s helmets, pads, and such,

I hope the angels guard you much.

Please be fast and strong, my son,

So no one will catch you – not anyone!

Enjoy this time, as I sure will,

For number 80, my heart does fill.

When you make tackles – yardage too,

Defense, offense – I pray for you.

I’ll wear my shirt – with 80 on back,

My constant support – you will not lack.

I’m in the bleachers – there I’ll be,

Look my way – a smile you’ll see.

Do your best, son, give your all,

This Football Mom is ready for Fall!