Those Special Things - Poem by Jayne Davies
That certain way you called my name,
If only to hear your voice again,
Our conversations on the phone,
Are in the past, for now you're gone.
I have a picture in my book,
And love to sit and take a look,
We're on the beach, upon the sand,
Bucket and spade, in my hand.
We look so happy, special days,
If only to have them back again,
Your picture hangs upon my wall,
You look so well, no pain at all.
I held your hand right to the end,
My lovely Mum, my special friend
I know you're always close to me,
No matter what life brings,
I'll treasure our time together,
Remember, those special things.
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