The voice, the voice coming toward me
The smile, the smile it must be

So strange to see, that’s Meg in blue
Odder still it fits her too.

Pleasantries aside, she’s here to run
I’m here to watch, this should be fun

Pacing behind the start, I scout the foe
Then back to the sideline where spectators go

Even before the gun to race was fired
My mind saw her running strong, past a Doane that’s tired

One image won’t leave me, is Meg running off
To cool down with her new team, and Oh does she belong

Only a father giving daughter away, teary dancing to “Daddy’s Little Girl”
Can be harder than letting my runner go, to flourish with her new team

Dwight Estey

Written in the Fall of 92 after watching Meghan excel in her first race. A both happy and sad occasion.