Children of October

This is a poem I wrote for my creative poetry writing class. It is based on my favorite hockey player, Phil Kessel

Children of October-

You on the 2nd

And me on the 10th,

with only 11 years apart.

But I fell in love in

January when you

touched my hand.

It was cold from the ice

that made you famous, where

everyone knew your name, but

used it in vain.

A harmless joke of

phobia they say, but the only ones

laughing are the clowns with

human painted faces.

They put you down

because you are different

and not like them.

They put you down

because they know they

can never have the strength,

kindness, skill, and thick body

type that you possess. Qualities that

drew me to you.

Sticks and pucks and the

roars of the crowd

thundered across the arena as

you skated towards me.

I revealed my hand, but

you just stood there-

Staring at my hand.

I could hear my heartbeat

out of my chest as I waited

for your glove to graze

my hand.

And when it finally did,

my heart skipped-

a beat.

I had been a fan of

yours for so long, but this

moment changed everything.

You had become

my fixation,

my obsession,

my number 1 as I became

your number 1 fan.