My memories with my parents are those gentle ones
which I kept close to my heart.
Memories of mom reading aloud for me to memorize my ABC,
her concerned eyes while drying my tears,
mom and dad watching quietly from the crowd on school performances,
dad carrying me to sleep as I pressed my forehead against his shoulder
and warm steady hands of mom holding my tiny cold hands.
These are the ones I look every time I need something to hold on to.
It brings me back to my cherished childhood
- As it never fails to give me strength!
~ this is for my wonderful parents – Nay and Tay!
Do you have stories of your childhood?
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