Beautiful Dreamer

That precious music box, I had as a child, It played beautiful dreamer, It always made me smile. But somehow, It got lost along life's way, I thought of it every day. Mum would wind it up, As I'd drift off to sleep, It was my memory, Mine to keep. Now I walked into a jewellers store, In a cabinet of glass, I saw a display of boxes, My memory took me back, I thought of my dear mother. If only, One of those could play that tune, I'd know Mum was beside me. The lady turned the key, On the first box that she held, It played twinkle, twinkle little star, My spirits fell. Then as she turned the next key, My tune then started to play, Beautiful Dreamer, Well that certainly made my day. Our loved ones look upon us, That I know for sure, They may now walk in heaven, But their love lives on, So true. Jayne Louise Davies