The Little Ice Skater And Me Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

The Little Ice Skater And Me



We stopped by a jewelry store
I found a little gold charm
A miniature ice skate
with a matching gold chain
and lifted her up so the jeweler
could clasp it around her neck
The little girl smiled, so happy!
The Jeweler held a round mirror up
So she could see the charm and necklace
She saw it and laughed and smiled
She was going to be a little figure skater
and she realized it.
At the skating rink we found a little pair of skates
brown leather, just the right child's size
Put on her hood and a plastic helmet
The skates were laced up and she stood up on them
Awkwardly so at first but so excited to have them on
I picked her up and carried her to the rink entrance
I held her hand and gently placed her on the ice
Immediately she lost control of her feet and twisted
as I struggled to hold her up by her hand and arm
She laughed, I laughed and I picked her up under her arms
She lunged to grasp at me with her hands, fearing falling.
So funny I had to laugh
Though an indoor ice rink the air was so cold and the ice so hard
I stood on my skates and faced her, holding her by both hands.
She laughed nervously and pulled toward me
unexpectedly both skates slid toward me as she leaned back
only supported by her arms
Again she looked terrified and struggled no to laugh
I picked her up again and said...'Just hold my hand'...
'I won't let you fall'
She seemed to believe this and finally stood still on her skates
I pulled her just a bit to get her moving
and then she resorted back to moving her feet
slipping out of control as she did
But she was now enjoying it and seemed less fearful
An instructor came by and offered a few words of advice.
Heels Together, then glide the skates to Toes Together
Forming a pineapple shape.... then told her to bend her knees
then Hop! Hop! Hop! like a bunny rabbit.
It was the Hop! Hop! Hop! that helped her..
Thereafter whenever she would lose control of the skates
I'd remind her...Hop! , Hop! , Hop!
Every once in a while one of her pink gloves would come off
I'd try so hard to put them back on her
but her tiny fingers had a mind of their own
So finally we agreed to just get her thumbs in the right place
It was funny...but she was fine with it
Occasionaly I would pick her up in my arms and skate fast..
Faster and faster as she laughed and the rink turned to a blur
Then when going very fast....I held her under her arms in front of me
and she believed she was the one skating so fast
She laughed and giggled as she felt the cool whisk of fast air
She had become a little ice skater
But it's hard to say who had more fun
Mabye someday she'll look at that necklace and will remember
Or so I hope she will remember skating with me.

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