Bluebell Wood - Poem by Jayne Davies
I dream I'm in a Bluebell Wood,
You're on the other side,
Gazing across the flowers,
Arms stretched open wide.
This was a special place of yours,
It was your favourite scene,
A place of love and happiness,
Tranquil and serene.
I hear a whisper, in the trees,
The leaves begin to sway,
You smile at me so tenderly,
Then turn and walk away.
I wonder if you're there now?
If so, I'd like to say,
Pick a bunch for me Mum,
I'll meet you there one day.
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