Flowers For You

As the sun shone down upon me, With bright and cheerful smile, It brought along a memory, It's been a long, long while. On a pleasant Sunday morning, Back then I still recall, Summer was a precious time, No worries then at all. Returning from my favourite walk, Aroma filled the air, The lovely scent of Sunday roast, My arms were never bare. For they'd be filled with flowers, I'd picked along the way, A gift for my dear Mother, It really made my day. I'd fill her vase with Bluebells, And neatly I would place, Upon the wooden sideboard, A smile upon my face. For I still hear her gentle voice, Oh, thank you she would say, It made me feel so special, In such a loving way. If there's a heavenly garden Mum, Where many bluebells grow, Pick some by the dozen Mum, I know you loved them so. Jayne Louise Davies