Let's go back home, sweet mothers words,
Hand in hand on cobbled stones,
Sounds of nature, remembered, heard
with fondness, how i loved that home.
That precious place of childhood dreams,
Of memories built each passing day,
That time when life meant everything,
A splendid time in every way.
Let's go back home sweet mother dear,
I wish we could, back to that place,
The years have gone, you're no longer here,
I long to see your smiling face.
Jayne Louise Davies
So beautifully inked. Loved the flow and rhyming. Nice share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic piece. Congrats