The winter is fading, and I sit in the stands watching a softball game, the home team winning.
The sunlight lasts longer, the new season going, young and brave women, their worlds just beginning.
This spring really feels different, that someone will take my hand, that I’ll have love when winter comes.
And my team claims victory, and we all cheer, and as life begins anew, hope is what the season becomes.
Young women laughing and embracing, and there’s talk of a championship run, of this being the big year.
I raise my voice for them, and for hope, in the mad and disjointed life I’ve learned to hold so dear.