We had travelled far,
A weekend away to see my aunt.
It was our first weekend away without my dad,
And i still remember feeling oh so sad.
He waved us off at the station,
The tears ran down my face,
We were leaving our home town without him,
I can still see his smiling face.
After a really long weekend,
It was time to head for home,
We had no forms of communication,
No trendy mobile phones,
For this was a time in the sixties,
When life then was basic but good,
As we walked up from the station,
There on the hill he stood.
That feeling of love exploded,
I ran to his strong loving arms,
That feeling of love will stay with me,
That memory forever lives on.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem