Game Night

It was picture day and game night.
I hear a distant whistle blow.
My blue jersey rests on my shoulder pads.
My white pants with a grass stain on the left knee rests.
My father and I sit on one knee side by side.
My brother rests on my father's knee
and the man says "Smile."
We all smile and he takes the picture.
I get up and run back to the grassy field
Where I play again.
I run freely and play the sport I love
The whistle blows again and the game begins.
We run and tackle, run and tackle
Until the final whistle blows.
The football game is over.
We all get up and leave the field
And we wait anxiously until the next day.
So yet another day we can play.