Hockey Mom
Chilled rinks, early dawn,Coffee steams, scarf drawn.Clapping gloves, stomping feet,Her cheers echo, strong and sweet.Pucks fly, sticks clash,Watching through the cold glass.Pride swells in frosty air,For her player, out there.Late nights, gear in tow,Homebound under streetlamp glow.Lessons of grit, taught through play,In every game, come what may.Zamboni hums, her heart sings,For the joy this frozen…