Basketball
Dear Basketball
The moment I was seven
the day I played
I loved basketball
I said I want to
Always play you
As soon as I stepped on the court
It felt like it was next year
My mom was proud of me
And I liked that
So I tried to impress my mom
When I tried to impress my mom
I started making more and more shots
After that season was done I asked my mom
Can I play Basketball next year
And she looked surprised (SHE SAID YES)
My mom was so proud of me
And I told my mom
NO matter what happens to you I will alway love you
I will always play you
(Thank you)
And that is why I will always play you
And I will Always love you
Without you my life I would be ruined
To: Basketball
Love: Jacob
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