As fresh as a Daisy,
As clear as the sky,
Sweet memories of you,
Bring a tear to my eye.
A blanket of Bluebells,
A pure grain of sand,
Reminders of you,
As we walked hand in hand.
Warm pleasant sunshine,
Sweet sounds of birds,
Remembering your voice,
And your own special words.
I want to be near you,
I wish you were here,
I'd love to go back,
To the way things were.
Your now with the Angels,
Your memory divine,
But you're here in my heart,
Sweet Mother of mine.
Jayne Louise Davies
A lovely but sad poem. I lost my wife last year and she now lives in my poetry. A good write.
sweet mother mine. I like it. Thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you all for your lovely comments x I'm sorry to hear you lost Your wife David x yes losing someone can have such an affect on poetry x thanks For the lovely comment x