Your Number One Fan

You may not hear my voice
Or see me in the stands
I just have the comfort of knowing
I was there when it all began.
From the time that you could walk
You had a basketball in your hands
Yet even back in those days I was your biggest fan.
As you grew up and it was time to go to school
The time had come to show people
What you could really do.
You were always such a competitor
At a very, very young age,
Yet always remaining humble
Never wanting the center stage.
There I sat in the stands
With a smile upon my face
Hoping in my heart you'd know
I was your biggest fan that could never be replaced.
Now you're all grown up making all your dreams come true,
With your name in the paper
Along with a story or two
I know I'm not there to yell go, Isaiah, go!
Or pat you on the back
And say, way to go son,
Way to go.
Just remember the sound of my voice and envision me in those stands because as always Isaiah it's me, Mom your biggest number one fan.

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