Why do these eyes of mine cry?
I miss you my darling father
I miss those days long gone by
Happier days in my childhood
Gladness was always the way
Spring/Summer sunshine
Sweet smiles, laughter and play
Mum’s busy hands in her kitchen
Ever ready to cook up a storm
As many plates on her table we laid
During those wonderful warm holidays
Family gatherings were her forte
Laughter echoing throughout the halls
As grandchildren ran about at play
Ah these memories bring such pleasure
My tears are beginning to dry
As I sit back trying to savour
Each wonderful day that’s gone by
Is this a curse or a blessing?
That my mind is filled to the brim
With such wondrous clear visions
As I recall so many precious times…
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