I was inspired to write this poem because of a brief moment several years ago that my father and I shared “remembering” a night from my childhood. He was in his 90′s at the time and in a wheelchair. He died in 2010 and I miss him. Love your parents and bless them for the opportunity to do them good will soon be gone and all you will have left is a memory …


We remembered together,
A time so long ago,
When we walked in the cold night,
The ground covered with snow.

I was just a little girl,
The snow up to my knee,
I was held up in his arms,
The rest of our journey.

The present seemed forgotten,
As this memory we shared,
A father and his grown child,
Remembering that he cared.

So many years have gone by,
This world he does not know,
But still I can remember,
That cold night long ago.

Matthew 19:19 Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.

About Cathy

My name is Cathy White and I am a born again Christian, saved in 1988 at the age of 38. My mother was born again in her old age, in her 80's. Her name is Giannina which means "God is gracious."
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