Bluebell Wood Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I dream I'm in a Bluebell Wood,
You're 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, in the trees,
The leaves begin to sway,
You smile at me so tenderly,
Then turn and walk away.

I wonder if you're there now?
If so, I'd like to say,
Pick a bunch for me Mum,
I'll meet you there one day.

Jayne Louise Davies