I remember that day
when my toes were so cold,
when I thought I’d never grow old,

I remember how good it felt,
the hand that I held,
as I trudged up the hill
to slide down again,
and again,

I can still taste the cold,
feel the crunch of the snow,

I think of it now and again,
and remember how good it felt,
the hand that I held,

I remember it even now
after so many winters have passed.

Poem and Photo by Rita Bourland
Norton the Dog at Sunny 95 Hill
Photo editing by Philip Bourland

4 responses

  1. Truly captures the totality of feelings as a child is protected while in the throes of excitement. Your words bring back that exquisite sensation.

    1. Thank you! This is my Christmas card from 2018. I realized I never posted it on my blog. I loved the day I took this photo and all the feelings it evoked. xoxo

  2. Maureen Shepherd | Reply

    The small things help us remember life experiences. This poem expresses that delightfully. ❤️

    1. Thanks so much, Maureen! Our memories seem to sharpen with time with primary focus on the things with the most emotional connection. xoxo

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