Dreams don’t die.
They never do,
until they get fulfilled.
I was fifty-something
when I found the ringette group.
It wasn’t hockey
but it was close enough.
I emailed the group, “I can’t skate.”
“Can I join anyways?”
They said yes, and welcomed me
with open arms.
I felt a need to prepare
and so secretly signed up for
“Women’s Learn to Play Hockey.”
I was the only over-fifty participant.
The rest were teenage girls.
We’d skate hard, drop to our knees,
slide on our bellies, get up
and do it all over again.
They might have wondered about me.
I have to say I wondered myself.
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