Bluebells For You Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Tender bluebells all around me,
I think of you,
Your loving ways,
This was your precious,
Favourite flower,
It takes me back to sunny days,
Young and free,
I walked this woodland,
Picking flowers,
Just for you,
A special gift,
To place in your arms,
Fresh are they,
From morning dew.
Those pleasant days,
I do remember,
As I pick the flowers fine,
I'll lay these on your resting place,
Darling Mum,
Sweet Mum of mine.

Jayne Louise Davies