So Sweet Is The Day. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

So sweet is the day,
as I look around and see,
the flowers growing in the field,
where I used to play.

The memories come back to me,
of wonderful days of fun,
running in the long grass,
under the warm sun.

The daisies and the bluebells
scattered like a rug.
I used to collect them,
aswell as the bugs.

Just me and my cat,
the whole day long,
until mother would ring her bell,
when the day was gone 🌼🌼🌼

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .