I yearn for those days,
Neath the bright summer sun,
My memories stray,
Back to when we were young.
If I had the chance,
To go back again,
I'd relive those days,
Again and again.
To wake up once more,
To the call of my Mum,
She was the best,
Life was such fun.
To play in the garden,
To go to the beach,
Those days were the best,
Now so out of reach.
My heart burns with love,
The memories are deep,
Those precious reminders,
I lovingly keep.
Oh to go back,
Just one more time,
To tell you I love you,
Sweet Mother of mine.
Jayne Louise Davies
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