I love to write poetry. I hope you enjoy it.
One
Big Roller Skate…
I was very shy at
the age of thirteen
I hid in my house, not wanting to be seen
But, as I watched T.V. one Tuesday night
My sister, Diane, gave me an unusual invite
She had some girlfriends for me to meet
They met each week at a local skating rink
I finally agreed to leave with her at eight
But I was nervous, because I only had one big roller skate
She always knew how nervous I was inside
From the time we got there, she never left my side
It was hard for me, being so young and insecure
To meet those 15 yr. old girls, so beautiful and mature
I had so much fun with all my new friends
I laughed so hard; I never wanted it to end
So, I started looking forward to our weekly date
Even though, I only had one big roller skate
Each week I watched the circling crowd, & wondered how to
behave
Then, I’d see my sister give me a smile and a wave
How could I join them?” Its never been done
But mustering all my courage, I decided to join the fun
As I rolled out on the floor, I felt every stare
Diane gave me strength; she was always there
I never forget how she taught me not to hate
The way I looked in my one big roller skate
Now, with no fanfare or moral to tell
I offer this small story of a shy boy coming out of his shell
Occasionally, I visit that rink close to my home
Quietly, I sit in the back all alone
If I listen hard, I hear the echoes of her laughter so loud
And in my minds eye, I still see her circling with the crowd
Sometimes, lost in my memories, I’ll stay there late
Thanking God for Diane, as I sit in my one big roller skate
BY MARK MILLER