Jayne Davies

Rookie - 150 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Jayne Davies Poems

1. Your Memory's Everywhere 12/8/2013
2. Your Favourite Things 5/21/2013
3. Wishful Thinking 7/13/2013
4. Willpower 2/6/2013
5. Why? 2/4/2013
6. Why Me? 5/19/2013
7. Whispers With The Breeze 7/16/2013
8. Where Do We Go? 3/29/2013
9. When You Were There 3/24/2013
10. When I Was Just Sixteen 5/15/2013
11. When I Knew Gwennie 10/14/2013
12. What's In Your Bag Today? 3/3/2013
13. Walk With Me 5/12/2013
14. True Friendship 4/2/2013
15. True Feelings 6/1/2013
16. Together Forever 5/29/2013
17. To Love Another 4/17/2013
18. To Dream Of You 2/14/2013
19. To Be Young Again 4/3/2013
20. To Be With You 9/17/2013
21. Time To Move On 6/11/2013
22. Those Special Years 12/25/2013
23. Those Special Things 3/24/2013
24. Those Old School Days 7/2/2013
25. Those Golden Days 6/27/2013
26. Those Days Of Sun And Laughter 2/22/2013
27. The Thing About Rosie 2/25/2013
28. The Rainbows End 3/18/2013
29. The Path Of Fate 5/6/2013
30. The Miners Tale 4/4/2013
31. The Mine 4/19/2013
32. The Message 5/10/2013
33. The Joys Of Life 4/3/2013
34. The Hands Of Time 5/9/2013
35. The Changing Game 9/18/2013
36. That's Life 2/28/2013
37. That Sweet Scent Of Summer 12/30/2013
38. That Incredible Feeling 5/22/2013
39. Teenage Turmoil 3/21/2013
40. Take Me Back 4/6/2013
Best Poem of Jayne Davies

I'Ll Hold You Close

Distant memories lost in time,
I close my eyes and think of you.
Memories of the way we were,
Glaze my eyes, like morning dew.

I hear your voice so clearly now,
A loving smile, lights up your face.
We walk together, hand in hand,
Then head for home, that special place.

I miss your love, I miss those times,
The love you shared, your love for me.
It broke my heart, you fell asleep,
No greater friend will ever be.

I'll hold your memory close to heart,
Your love will flow within my veins.
I'll hold you close, right to the end,
My ...

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Our Guiding Star

A sad young boy on Christmas Eve,
Kneels down by the well lit tree.
He looks down at the presents,
Wrapped up so perfectly.

In his hand's a picture,
That's cherished by the lad,
He looks at it with tearful eyes,
His picture of his Dad.

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