I watch Carlos and Dalia Gomez
watch their son Scott play
in the Stanley Cup Finals.
I know their names because
they’re written on the screen.
We millions watch them,
listen to announcers tell us
what we don’t need to be told—
we can see.
No one really knows their story,
but there they are—
their son playing in the Stanley Cup
and there is nowhere, right now,
they would rather be.
Peterborough Poets 