I pick your favourite flower,
I hear your special song,
For these are fond reminders,
Of you, although you're gone.
They have a way of stirring,
Your memory deep inside,
Very special memories,
Of love that I can't hide.
In life we choose our favourite things,
The little things we love,
Things that mean so much to us,
Sent from God above.
I look upon your photograph,
How happy we were then,
I'm thankful for your memories,
One day we'll walk again.
Jayne Louise Davies
thankful for memories, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks! Glad you like it x