My Olympic Dream Poem
My Olympic Dream
When I see Olympic rings, it serves to make me think of things
I couldn’t do when I was small and now there is no hope at all
In 2012 I’ll be too old, for getting bronze forget the gold!
The aim of games and sport you see, always, has eluded me.
I was the child who wasn’t picked, when choosing teams where balls were kicked
If I had to play I’d be in goal, but gazing vaguely took its toll
And other children were not keen, on having someone on their team
Who couldn’t run and couldn’t see, seeming just to have left feet
I never really was inclined, to run or sport of any kind
With bats I was not very good, waving things all made of wood
Balls and shuttlecocks and more, would lie inertly on the floor
Where I’d failed to connect, I felt more or less inept
I never had Olympic dreams, no solitary sport or teams
Could tempt me into playing ball, when I’d rather not be there at all
Balance beams and mats at gym, I could not do, I could not swim
I lost the urge whilst very young, to humiliate myself for fun
As an adult I tried secretly, to practice on my children’s Wii
And fell ungainly on the floor, whilst trying to hit a ball for 4
The basketball and balance rope really is beyond my scope
Hula hoop and step I’ve tried, my husband laughed so hard he cried
So I’m not playing any more, unless they make a brand new sport
Designed for those whose qualities are not physical…like me
Olympic dreams, are for those, who are coordinated I suppose
And I will have to be content, to clap and cheer through each event
By Caroline Littler age 43½
(Dyspraxia Sufferer)
