Skate blades flash
In the wintering sun
As seven year old determination
learns to skate.
Mastering blades and ice:
stops and starts
back skates
whirls
falls down
and
starts again. . .
++++++
The skater is my daughter, Angela, a.k.a. CHUCK. The scene is a dozen years ago on our backyard rink in Moose Factory. Building a rink at minus thiry degrees is a penance, as well as an art and a science -- but the memories are worth it...
---john+
How lovely to read a poem about a child working hard at achievement - and with the poet/observer taking the time and trouble to observs...
Sallyo (a parent too, but my pair went and grew up.)
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 22, 2002
Yes, you can't take away those beautiful memories can you John. And sometimes in the end that is all anyone has left. The memories. A very happy holiday season to you and your daughter and all in your household. God bless you. Bill Murray
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Sallyo (a parent too, but my pair went and grew up.)
Janet xoxoxoxo