We are not the same.
Although our hair is pulled perfectly back.
Smiles break our faces,
filling us with light hearted-laughter.

Rushing into cramped-ness of snapped memories.
Ready or not.

Bows gracing the tip top of our heads,
bouncing along with every step taken as one.

Abrupt spit of hair spray
holds us together.

Through the breaks of blaring music
and squeals of laughter,
we transform into sparkly eyed girls
yearning for a win.

Running to the cars as they peel away,
With obnoxious honks that fill the late summer air.
As we arrive at the first home game.

Pom-poms rustling in hand, Shimmering eyes,
Blaring in our ears we hear the crowd.

Feels like home to be back on the line,
with these girls for the first time.
Cheering on the boys of fall,
as a family we shout together.

As a family we stand for the first
and last first time we’ll have together
with the seniors of 2012.