Reveries of my memories ❤️

I talked and talked for hours and hours, about your garden with those flowers

Roses that were ruby red, whilst I stroked your weary head..

You looked at me, then looked away, and I wondered if you’d heard me say?

All the things that I wished I’d said, before your health had hazed your head

Those weeks went by when we would meet, in that old folk’s home along the street

And all the while I sat with you, I knew you did not have a clue

That I was your youngest daughter Jill, but I accepted this coz you were ill..

Aww Mama I didn’t get the chance to say, that dreadful day you went away..

How much I longed to see your face, and sit with you in that strange place

Nowadays all I have are reveries of you and I locked in my memories