A waterfall of memories,
Start flowing back to me.
A child i was back in the day,
As happy as can be.
These endless days of summer sun,
Those bluebells picked with love.
I lived for Sunday walks with dad,
Those days were so much fun.
If only time could take me back,
Over and over again.
But sadly it just cannot be,
I loved my life back then.
Life is such a precious thing,
Memories of a time,
Remembered fondly every day,
With love it intertwines.
Jayne Louise Davies
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