I Long For The Day Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I still see you in the morning sun,
There on the mountain top,
Those sunday walks were so much fun,
The blue sky high above the trees,
As we sat there for a while,
In the presence of sweet butterflies and bees,
To me that was pure bliss,
Looking down on the valley,
So delicately kissed,
By a day so fine,
And as I took your hand in mine,
I realised then,
You were my king of all men,
My wonderful father,
Longing for the day,
When i'll see you again.



Jayne Louise Davies