Once we lived those special years,
Those days that made life grand,
Places that we spent our days,
Faces that now,
Have faded away.
Memories of fun,
I think of every day.
From daisy chains to paper planes,
The sounds of school time chatter,
The old headmaster at the gate,
Time then,
Just didn't matter.
The nature walks,
Collecting leaves,
To make a nice collage.
Holding onto loved ones tight,
Feeling safe from harm.
Those long lost days,
Were special days,
Truly in the past,
But they are not forgotten,
Memories to last.
Jayne Davies
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