Pride
As the clock ticks down
And the Championship is won
There is no greater pride than
Your son as a winner.
The broad faced smile
The triumphant fist pump
Skating as one
As a team
Lifting the trophy
Of hard earned labor,
Of goals
And of saves
Of a time spent together.
There are many early mornings
And late evenings too,
Riding together.
Watching the sun rise,
And watching it set.
It winds down to an end,
To a championship.
When a dad can be proud,
And a son can be proud,
Of accomplished goals
And memories for life.