Coaches Nightmare

I suffer the anxiety of not knowing the future.

Coaches Nightmare

Oh sleep why dost thou evade me?

The sounds of feet dashing by

And colors, reds, blues, and greens

Like a kaleidoscope of moving beings

Sprinting first then settling in.

If only this time were behind me now,

My runners dream but memory.

To hold the prize of miles of toil

On turfs of darkened soil

But alas the race has yet been run.

Have I done all I could have done?

And soon the starter's gun will sound

And they'll be off, my children all

And I can do nothing but watch them now

On their own, til then.

When crossing over the line to finish.

Collecting time, like clouds that diminish.

Waken me from this restless sleep

To face the day of their final meet

And pray they run swiftly, on winged feet.

Like Pegasus dashing through our quiet street.

Come sleep, my eyes are tired and red

Rescue me from this weary bed

Things I surely left unsaid

But 'tis too late, my thoughts have fled

Sitting up, unable to sleep.

Wash my face, some coffee to drink

Dress for the day to wearily greet.

Runners with shoe clad feet.

Off they go on another days run

Standing, waiting in the baking sun

Pondering which one will come trailing home last

“Coach, I hit a hole and got passed.”

I smile.

Of this are my nightmares made of.

Author's Note

Yes, we actually do go through this.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Coaches Nightmare'
M.E. Lyle,
When given responsibility to steer and teach young people, children whether as an educater, coach or even a parent the focus is will my presence make a difference. Did I do all possible. Regrets and replay of the past is natural. This poem is the caring mind wondering, processing. Life will go on and the baton passed. Let go and let them go on.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Marie]

All you can do is the best you can do.
Then it's up to the runners.