Thinking Back

Memories sweet mother, Of being with you, As pure as gold, Loving and true. I remember that cute doll, That you'd bought for me, I opened my present, Her cute face did see, Big cheeky smile, All over her face, Cheeks filled with freckles, I felt my heart race, I gave out a shriek, Such excitement I felt, The perfect gift, Your money well spent. For I loved her, As much as I loved you, She was my friend, That is so true. Memories sweet mother, They were just fine, I'm so glad, That you were mine. Jayne Louise Davies