Picked Just For You

We played in those woods, For hours and hours, Amongst the bluebells, My favourite flowers. And even though, That was long ago, The memories have stayed, And the bluebells still grow. Everytime I pick a few, I remember those days, Of being with you. But you're no longer here, To hold out your hands, To place them in a vase, So lovely they'd stand. Then you'd look at me, And give me that smile, The one that I've missed, For a long, long while. Those bluebells for you, Were my childhood gift, It made me so happy, You're spirit I'd lift. Gone are those days, And so are you, But memories remain, So fine and so true. Jayne Louise Davies