My daughter
stomps her skate-clad feet over to the
rink and barrels through the rink-side crowd,
making her way onto the ice, one hand
barely touching the wall.
With trepidation, I
step onto the ice, letting the blades of my skates remember
the feel of the world sliding away, out
of control.
Cautiously, carefully, I release the
wall.
My daughter
grabs for my hand with her mittened one
run-skates her way around the rink,
dragging me behind,
my feet keeping contact with the ice at
almost every moment,
leaving only for the instant it takes to
get momentum
and returning to earth.
My daughter,
laughing in frustration at my slowness,
slides away, her mittened hand gliding
across my palm,
letting go.
She will fall on the
ice,
and she already knows how to pick
herself back up.
Is this poem maybe about letting your daughter go and realizing that she is growing up and she can do things on her own?
ReplyDeleteI think this poem is about letting your daughter grow up. Maybe you don't want her to, but you can't change the inevitable.
ReplyDeleteI really truly enjoyed the last line of this piece. I personally believe it to be symbolizing the fact that your daughter can do more than you think she can.
ReplyDeleteI also think that, out of context, this line could show the fact that people are consistently being pushed down, and falling, and yet, somehow, we learn to pick ourselves back up and try again.