That's What Life Is For

As i sit here and write about you, It's hard to hold back the tears, For memories take me back again, To a time that seems oh so clear. The mountains we walked through my childhood, Hold memories deep in my heart, The bluebells so soft and gentle, I'd carry on home in my arms. Mum would be patiently waiting, As we walked through our old painted door, Our dinner placed on the table, Her smile that i simply adored. My memories placed in a poem, To read through, To relive once more, A reminder of love in my lifetime, The meaning of what life is for. Jayne Louise Davies