On a beautiful Summer’s day, when the skies sapphire and crystal clear.
The gift of a tennis racquet, began a journey of years.
With the racquet, a tennis ball and the talent she showed.
The seeds of success started to be sowed.
Tears, sweat and toil, now that would be part of her life.
With a dream to be number one, she was bound to make that sacrifice.
Blue, red, yellow and white.
All over with glorious stripes.
Zebra strings, white and black.
One hit and smack!
Tennis balls bounce everywhere.
To anyone and anywhere.
I had a dream.
To make it on the circuit with my team.
I was three years old when I held my first tennis racquet.
I was ready, dressed with my big fluffy jacket.
From that day onwards my life had changed.
My life still had to be arranged.
I am now twelve years old and still going for my dream.
Just always remember,
NEVER GIVE UP.