'Twas a World Series win for the ages.
Down three games to one, they came back.
Game seven then went extra innings.
Both players and fans were a wreck.
A weather delay added tension.
The rain was a portent it seemed.
The Cubs' drought from '08 had ended.
'Twas the storybook ending we dreamed.
Just wait 'til next year we've been sayin'.
And I'm thinking it's no time to stop.
Our Lovable Losers are winners
and they plan to remain at the top.
A repeat as champions suits us.
Our young team has talent galore.
With Rizzo and Russell and Bryant,
there's bound to be much more in store.
And likewise in life we keep hoping
that what God has promised is true.
The Cubs are a lesson in patience.
Don't give up! Don't despair. God comes through!
So keep trusting and keep on believing.
The droughts that we face fuel our faith.
Perseverance in time is rewarded.
Like the Cubs, we'll be blest if we wait!
* This poem is dedicated to my dad who died eight years ago today (November 4, 2008). He played catch with me when I was a kid. He faithfully came to my little league games. He took me to my first major league baseball game. A week before he died I lay down next to my dad on his bed as we watched the World Series together on the TV in my folks' bedroom. (Curiously, Joe Maddon's team Tampa Bay Rays lost in five games that year.) How I wish I could share in the joy of the Cubs win with him this year (now that Joe Maddon is Chicago's manager). But like the poem suggests, I will just have to wait for that ultimate family reunion to come. I miss you, Dad.