Her Last Game Poem by John F. McCullagh

We all come to our final play,
our last Touchdown, our last score.
When we reach the realization
We can't do it anymore.
For most, our age will dictate
when we leave the field or floor,
but to one athlete dying young
one last game means much more.
Lauren Hill loves basketball.
She was a High School Star.
Her cancer is inoperable.
She stumbles now and falls.
She knows how little time' she's left,
before the last leaves fall
On Sunday next she'll take the court
to feel the Love once more
.
She'll hear Our Anthem one last time
Ten Thousand throats will roar.
Lauren Hill, for all of us,
will make her final score.