She picks up her helmet and picks up her bat,
And walks to the plate, "Gotta hit and that's that!"
The crowd starts to cheer, the game is on the line,
Last inning, two outs and the scores 9 to 9.
Dad yells "Go get it!" and mom is clenching her hands,
Coach says, "Hit the ball" but alone there she stands.
Heroes are made on seconds just as this,
But she is just a little girl, what if she should miss?
Years after the game is ended and she is little no more,
Will she remember this day, the outcome, the score?
One day she'll have forgotten if she was out, hit or run.
She will only look back on her friends and the fun.
So cheer this girl on, alone with her fate,
Help her remember with fondness the stand at the plate.
Spend your time wisely and help her in her quest,
To be a hitter with confidence, always her best.
And when the game's is over, she can stand tall,
For you have helped her prepare to give it her all.