In the hours that await me,
There's so much to do,
My memories take me,
Through fresh morning dew,
Over mountains and valleys,
We stroll once again,
They were fine times,
I remember them.
In a blink of an eye,
Those years,
Drifted away,
If I close my eyes,
They've not gone away,
For I have the memories,
Reminders of you,
Those days when we walked,
Through the fresh morning dew.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written, Liked the imageries. Full *****
Thank you so much. So appreciated.