A place where i can call my own,
Through nature's sunshine gladly roam,
In dreams i get to see your face,
This is the life, this is the place.
The gate of splendour's there for me,
This special place where you and me,
May meet again, our only chance
Where we can smile, where we can dance.
Amongst the bluebells wild and free,
One by one I pick for thee,
Just like i did so long ago,
My loving mum, I miss you so.
Jayne Louise Davies
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