Is it crossing the line, in record time

breaking the tape with arms

outstretched in victorious salute

or the journey to the end

the hours stood on side lines

nail biting to the quick

finish, last before coming first

sundays, holidays, happy days

sat, watching and waiting

for contenders and qualifiers

to move on, grow, slow

lose faith, fall at hurdles

then pick up and dust off

head held aloft, propped

uppers and downers, through

it all amounting to one moment

or is it the product of a life

time spent committed

to being better than the rest

the best, dreams realised

in the eyes of those who care

who’ve always been there, seeing

the victory in the joy of having

you on their team, at their side

of watching you growing, knowing

that whether win, lose or draw

they have held you close

dried weeping eyes, tired

fighting for the highest prize

the accolade, the honour

a mother revering her child

always winning in her eyes


The above poem was written in response to the prompt ‘Winning’ for entry into the Ashbourne Poetry Prize 2012.

6 responses to “WINNING ~

  1. 🙂 You are a winner, Vanessa. You know as I do that the big moments are the daily, tiny moments of courage and forgiveness and hope that we grab on to and extend to one another. That’s the essence of life, swirling all around us. Generally I don’t even see it, because I’m too busy waiting to become whatever it is I think I am about to become. The big moments are in every hour, every conversation, every meal, every meeting. In each moment, we are winners again! ~ Love you. ~ Bobbie

  2. I love how this crosses the boundaries of so many types of victory, both the selfish victory and the victory of a family. A really inspiring piece.

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