The November Poem A Day Challenge is in full force

While I don't intend to post every poem I write during this challenge, I'll start here with Day 1.

Here's the prompt: 

Write a matches poem. The matches could be sticks that make fire. Or it could be matches from a game. Or the verb of “to match.” Or as in the phrase “He’s not a good match for you.” Or whatever other match you can make.

And here's my attempt:

At the Match

She watches on the sidelines

hunched over, her arms, legs

fingers crossed for luck.

Her head looks left, then right

as the ball goes over the net

back and forth

back and forth.

She takes a deep breath

when her son loses a point,

then her head looks left and right

again.

His opponent beats his racket

on the court when he misses,

sneering at his father

standing with his nose

at the fence.

But, calmness prevails.

Her son’s last shot,

his famous backhand down the line,

wins, and she knows

they’ll have a great drive

home.

Ben, age 14

He had a few tennis trophies