Bluebell Wood By Jayne Davies

I dream I’m in a bluebell wood,
Your on the other side,
Gazing across the flowers,
Arms stretched open wide,
This was a special place of yours,
it was your favourite scene,
A place of love and happiness,
Tranquil and serene,
I hear a whisper through the trees,
The leaves begin to sway,
You smile at me so tenderly,
Then turn and walk away,
I wonder if your there now?
If so I’d like to say,
Pick a bunch for me Mam,
I’ll meet you there one day.

Jayne Davies