This Months Theme Will Be……
“The First Time I Ever Skied or Ice Skated”
Under the Spotlight
as I watched my children skating on the ice
under the spotlight
I heard the music of my childhood.
The crisp sound of metal blades lifting and gliding.
Laughter despite the cold iron air.
Wind swirling snow without destination.
I stayed outside after they went in.
Standing there alone in the silence
I remembered what home felt like.
Closing my eyes I was a child again.
Skating on the pond beside my home under the spotlight.
My parents were sitting at the table
watching through the sliding glass doors.
I whirled, jumped, glided picked up speed
flipped around, dipped, arms and legs of a dancer on ice.
Only hearing the music of my own movements.
for a moment
it felt like home.
In the hospital again
as I look out the window
watching it snow outside
I watch the wind
blow and swirl
the powdery snow outside
it takes me back
to the childhood memory
of a day much like today
grab the shovel and skates
it’s time to go outside
we arrive at the pond
we grab the shovels
to clear the pond of snow
ice looks great
lace up the skates
we take to the ice
then I see my dad
he’s come to watch me skate
the skates make a sound
when the blades touch the ice
and I love the scraping sound
as I skate around
mouth is open yummy snowflakes
then I see my dads smiling face
before I know
it’s time to go
as I skate to my dads open arms
Take off the skates
put on my boots
hand in hand dad and I go
when we get home
hot chocolate waits
to warm our ice chilled souls
although it’s been
ten years or more
today took me back to that day
We the Ones Who Aren’t Falling
We must be sadistic.
Razor sharp blades at the bottom of their feet.
Bound by ridiculously tight laces
Stiletto high skates.
Ice too slippery for us to walk on.
Really? What was I thinking?
As if that weren’t enough
then we give them big long sticks.
throw a puck in for fun
and muffle a laugh each time they fall.
Perhaps we should put them in a suit of armor?
Maybe a thick layer of bubble wraps?
“You’ll get it ” We-the-Ones-Who-Aren’t-Falling say.
“Keep trying, put your hands out when you fall,
watch out don’t put them near the skates.
Whoa careful! Whoops, you okay?”
They are closer to the ground we rationalize
as they fall.
They are having fun, right?
My teenage daughter baby steps every move.
My six year old son tosses the hockey stick aside
and says “I don’t need this– this is easy.”
as he dashes off determined.
I am not alone. Later a group of friends gather and
a playful hockey game begins among the five and six year olds.
“No the goal you want is that way…., You okay?
Good job! Careful… Whoa… Whoops”
I feel a slight bit of relief when I hear the other adults
laugh each time the kids fall like some slow moving cartoon
where none of the characters get hurt.
We survived this too right? Can’t be that bad.
Pokes Anonymous Poem….
Do Yaks Ski ?
Has anyone else
a Yak attempting to ski ?
Would there be two ?
Would there be four
Hooves mounted to the skies ?
The Yak mounts the skies
on all four hooves of course
what else were you expecting to see
goggles and scarves
ear muffs of course
all it needs is a push
well I heard a sound
of panic fill the air
of grunting groaning and clammering hooves
I saw it coming
ohhh what a sight
was a yak on just one ski?
a yak on one ski
his tail in the breeze
in a giant snowball you do see
it rolled past me
then I heard the crash
ohhhh what a sight did I see
in the ski lodge a yak
at the fireplace he sat
warming up all four hooves
and he got to his hooves
by the look on his face
clearly something was wrong
then I heard a rumbling pfffft
and what smell filled the air
oops, on the snow the missing ski
when I looked at the Yak
his blushing cheeks
but a look of relief on his face
then I heard it again a rumbling pfffft
as the smell once again filled the air
then beside the yak was ski instructor Mr. Mc Graff
screaming NO a yak cannot ski