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 Kathy  -after John Lennon ' s " Julia "Every mother deserves a songWritten for her by a sonIt ’s the least we can doAfter all they ’ve given upAnd all they ’ve been through Better now than after she ’s gone Kathy was always my biggest fanShriekinggo! jeff go! as she Raced up and down the touchline Of the soccer pitch when I was sevenThat first game was my actual christening,When Iheardmy given name for the first timeAnd realized I needed to becomethat ….Couple of clarifying points:We called it a “field” back then and “sideline” Not “pitch” or “touchline”We were basic We ate leftoversDid Saturday morning chores I wore polyester sweats under my green shortsWith white stripes down the sides Orange slices at halftimeOnce, mom brought Shasta As the post game drinkEven though the coach Was a regional sales rep for Coca-ColaIt was a lot cheaperAnd we didn ’t have shit.No one would have noticedIf not for the Steven, the coach ’s prick son    Nothing since has changedShe ’s still rootingFor me to be my best Just not so screechingly.I haven ’t exactly had the world’sBiggest cheering section throughout my life (to be perfectly honest)And when she ’s gone the bleachers Will be even quieter;An empty seat loomingDown in the front rowWith the game still onAnd me out on the field,Improbably still playingBecause what else Am I supposed to do?I don ’...
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