It was our Saturday all together.

Dad, three boys, a city’s expectant roar.

Routines evolving over each season,

a passing movement beyond keeping score.

Match stories full of laughter and despair

mythically pressed into folklore, and drone

the names of heroes and their deeds inspired

by a rumble of hope, or long drawn out groan.

Dad’s home now, seat taken by our daughters

texting selfies amongst eager strangers, 

as the world gathers to watch magicians

conjure goals from intricate positions

and discover family joined together 

by the earthy sound of boot on leather. 

21.2.22

©  Craig Muir 2022

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