The Sands Of Time
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Jayne Louise Davies
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When I was three,
To graze my knee,
Was one of life's catastrophes,
I'd shed some tears,
But mum was near,
Comforting me from all life's fears,
But there comes a time,
When we stand alone,
No comforting voice,
On the end of the phone,
When I think back to those precious days,
My lovely mum now gone away.
Sometimes i long for that loving hand,
That heart of gold,
That golden sand,
Of time, has sadly slipped away
I long for her this very day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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