So often I have daydreams,
I visualise you there,
Sitting in the corner,
On your favourite chair.
You're telling me those stories,
From golden days of old,
Your eyes light up with happiness,
As your tale unfolds.
I listen so intentively,
Just like i did before,
I loved to hear your gentle voice,
That sound, I just adored.
I love to sit and daydream,
That is my special place,
It brings back many memories,
To see your smiling face.
Jayne Louise Davies
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