I remember long ago a cold winter's day
Holding my mother's hand tight straight away
And seeing the clouds whip across the sky
As we stepped off the bus to a chemist shop on by
Then walking in some shops as it started to rain
I remember hearing a lady on the radio song call
Singing about being needing to be 'West of the Wall'
The last memory of this day long ago
Was the rain as it teemed down on us
And my mother sheltering me and making a fuss.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem