Jayne Davies

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

Jayne Davies Poems

81. In Your Eyes 2/2/2013
82. In My Life You Will Always Be There 2/9/2014
83. In Fear Of The Devil 7/12/2013
84. I'Ll Hold You Close 1/31/2013
85. If Only For A While 5/20/2013
86. If Only A Dream 7/3/2013
87. If Only 4/4/2013
88. I Need More 3/4/2013
89. I Could Always Count On You 12/15/2013
90. House Of Horror 5/31/2013
91. Honour The Brave 4/3/2013
92. Holding On 4/18/2013
93. Hold On Tight 3/5/2013
94. Hidden Emotions 5/28/2013
95. Gosh It's Hot! 7/18/2013
96. Gone Fishing 4/5/2013
97. For The Love Of You 3/2/2013
98. Fly Away My Feathered Friend 6/10/2013
99. Find Me A Rainbow 9/11/2013
100. Fear And Reality 6/6/2013
101. False Hope 9/25/2013
102. Everything About You 6/12/2013
103. Echoes Of Life 7/12/2014
104. Dreams 3/23/2013
105. Don'T Cry 3/1/2013
106. Disaster In The Kitchen 2/1/2013
107. Creepy Crawlies 4/1/2013
108. Castle Coch 3/24/2013
109. Car Boot Sale 5/10/2014
110. Bluebell Wood 2/7/2013
111. Blooming Good 4/12/2013
112. Back To Days Of Gold 5/24/2014
113. Armistice Day 3/23/2013
114. Amongst The Shadows 6/30/2013
115. Abercynon 4/6/2013
116. A Winter Scene 2/15/2013
117. A Way Of Life 6/13/2013
118. A Shoulder To Cry On 9/6/2013
119. A Sea Of Blue 2/3/2013
120. A Poem For Mother 3/9/2013
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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