Dearest Mother Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Dearest Mother
As I step across the
ancient shores of England,
I feel such homely
rapture in the air...
for daffodils grow
elegant and golden
and grass is greener here
than anywhere.
And as I look, I see
a rose of England,
my dearest mother
with silver in her hair,
I feel her presence
evermore unfolding
and my love for her is
way beyond compare.
It is so refreshing to read something unpretentious and unambiguous that is also genuinely moving. Thank you, Joyce
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(Dearest Mother by Joyce Hemsley.) **This beautiful tribute is much enjoyed.