I long to go back to Bath -
to the streets I would pass through,
following close my mother's footsteps
as small children do.
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Child memory is a very precious thing to recall in later life. A wonderful poem.
A very lovely poem, many have a place where we would like to go back to where yesterdays pleasantries dwell. You caught the feeling very well.
Gone, but not forgotten. Nice one Susy.