It was the start of a classic bright fall
Except for the summer weather. No past
Iterations more true would return at all,
A little like a boat with a broken mast.
Marlena was on the team giving her all
And practicing while the others had a blast.
When you’re short, you can’t go into a stall.
As a child with her mom the die was cast.
Basketball days you could see the cracks,
When mother would drink ale
Out cold on the floor and to be
Meant understanding the smacks
Were the story of her grim fail
And only midgame were you free.
