Words flow in the afternoon sun,
Like a fountain,
Washing over me,
I welcome some,
But then discard them,
For another day.
As i freely write,
The poem starts to give way,
Words knit together,
It's pattern entwined with love,
These memories are all that's left,
Of my loved ones up above.
Forever,
You'll stay in my dreams,
In my heart,
In my poems too,
For without those precious memories,
There would be no you.
Jayne Louise Davies
These memories are all that's left, Of my loved ones up above....I can relate to this. Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful words-knitting. Love is the theme, it seems, you write about most.
It is something we will all find out - or not! ! Nice poem Jayne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hold on to the positive ones! Let go of any that were less-than-positive!