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Tan lines and tattered plans,
Gone with the winds,
In hopes of a better day.

Hot kisses from the sidewalk,
To my bare feet.
They make promises that,
My the tennis courts are not far away.

My shorts are colorful,
My sunglasses transparent.
My skirts be short,
As my shirts are baggy.
An ever present farmer tan is conscientiously bestowed on my mind.

But you can call me coach.

I show up to a treat from higher up in the ladder,

Because everyone knows that donuts are the breakfast of champions.

My little children arrive,
The sun barely peeps through the clouds.
Put on my smile; and crouch down to eye level.
I'll be feeling this one later.

I will have you do push ups or run laps,
Only if you are bad.
Don't give me attitude,
I only wish to remember the precious memories we've had.

One day you notice my darker skin,
Sun bleached hair,
And a smile on my face that will be all you need to see to know that I couldn't be more proud of you.


But you can call me coach.

Maybe you will see me,
After a ten hour day of work.
Maybe you will see me then,
Walking out to the market; slipping on my slippers.
Letting out a sign of, "Alright... I did it."
While my fairly good sized paycheck is burning a whole in my spandex; skin tight to my thigh.

Maybe you will see me when you are older.
And you will understand.
Why sometimes I would yell; or be firm.
Why sometimes I would give you juice boxes,
Or why sometimes I would rarely not be there.
I just want you to know I care.

But you can call me coach.

You can call me coach,
With all the wisdom I posses.
Yes, I know when you are having a bad day.
I know when you are injured; so please don't try to hide it.

I know what you are capable of doing,
I understand if you cry.
But I want you to know I was just like you.

I was the little four year old swinging the racket blindly and blissfully.
I was the little girl being dragged out to practices.
I was the teenager who finally began to understand.
I was the varsity freshman who needed someone to hold my hand.

For now...
You can call me coach.

I am your coach,
I will be you're best friend.
You guys make my day better when my heart is on the mend.

One day, I will watch you walk down the graduation isle,
I will see you walking with your friends every once in awhile.
Maybe you will be to afraid to approach..


But I will always be proud of you so,
You can call me coach.



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