There amongst the flowers,
I spend many precious days,
Reflecting on life,
In the fondest of ways.
For there are,
No more tomorrows,
To spend together,
Now and again,
You send me white feathers,
To know that you're there,
In the sun,
In the air,
You're still everywhere.
Jayne Louise Davies
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