Clitter-Clatter of Little Skates

Her mamma walked her through the door,
all bundled up in wool;
I could hardly even see her face,
but her eyes were peeping through.

I took her out onto the ice,
She told me she was cold;
She put her little gloved hand in mine,
And then I wiped her nose.

We started skating to and fro,
and so my thoughts began;
Would this one be a skating pro?
or Olympian?

They come to me with dreams of gold,
and glitter in their eyes;
Some will make it, some will fall,
I teach them all to try.

But if all they learn is the love of skating,
and how to "paint" on ice;
I feel I would have fulfilled my goal,
And made a difference in this young life.


-Lisa
Iselin68@aol.com

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