By the light of the silvery moon
I stood in winter's cold
Suddenly feeling scared;
And feeling very old.

It was years since I walked this path
Years since I felt the winter chill
Come rushing through the valley
And I stood very still.

The silvery moon was shining still
Just as it has always done,
Much of my life behind me...
Many battles won.

I feel my hand clasped in his
As he took me for this walk,
To see "The Silvery Moon" shining
"Hush" - he told me not to talk.

I walked that night with my Father
By the light of the silvery moon,
We were both captivated
Why does childhood go so soon?

Linda J. Vaughan
May 2008