A SPECIAL DAY
It was a beautiful day as mother and I
Strolled through the bluebell wood,
We just stood to admire the eloquence of it all.
This nature that can bring so much reward,
The creation, utter elation, the colours
So brilliant so refreshing to view.
As we walked it was absolutely magical
The joy, the atmosphere filled up the senses,
As butterflies fluttered on a path of warm air.
It was the most exhilerating experiance,
It brought us such happiness
As if we had stepped into a picture.
But this was no illusion or fantasy
My friends, this was reality so special.
A picture so amazing, and as the sun
Filtered through the trees,
I took a deep breath of fresh air,
And almost came to weeping
At all the rainbow colours and life in this wood.
Mother had stopped to pick wild flowers
It was a day I will always remember,
I had never seen her so happy,
She was like a child in a sweet shop.
Her moods wore many colours
Likened to spring flowers,
This special day was cheerful
Allowing her heart to sing.
The love in bluebell wood
Was a treasure to behold,
All of nature's beauty
Smells sights and sounds.
Like the beautiful flowers
We are born with life and radiance,
Like the flowers we live and die.
This beautiful scene will always
Remain in my heart,
God bless you dear mum
In heaven's keeping.
Love, and miss you.
REPOSTED AGAIN 4TH MARCH
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY MOTHER.
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