As i sit here and write about you,
It's hard to hold back the tears,
For memories take me back again,
To a time that seems oh so clear.
The mountains we walked through my childhood,
Hold memories deep in my heart,
The bluebells so soft and gentle,
I'd carry on home in my arms.
Mum would be patiently waiting,
As we walked through our old painted door,
Our dinner placed on the table,
Her smile that i simply adored.
My memories placed in a poem,
To read through,
To relive once more,
A reminder of love in my lifetime,
The meaning of what life is for.
Jayne Louise Davies
Jayne, i KNOW you are just WAITING to point out your 'typo' in line 12. i'm surprised my old eyes noticed it. bri ;) i think i'll start to 'follow' you here, now that i know HOW (to do it) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
p.s. I approve of you using a 5th line in last stanza. ;))))))))))))