My pillow is that welcome friend
where i can dream of you,
My garden is my haven
of flowers touched by dew.
My memories are my gift of life,
to think back to with a smile,
My thoughts are with you always,
For you were just one of a kind.
My love lies in these mountains,
That hold the ghosts of past,
My heart holds precious memories,
If only they could last.
For each and every morning,
I cherish what i had,
For family are the best there is,
For that i'm gratefully glad.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful poem Jayne, top 5***** marks.
Thank you so much David : ) x Much appreciated.