"Bluebells"
 

The bluebells are out on the "Target" today

Nodding their heads as I pass on my way

"Hear their bells ringing" my mam used to say.

Calling to Chapel, the faithful to pray.

 

I gathered my bluebells in days long ago

And carried them home to mam on the door

Wondering why her eyes watered so?

I'll cherish that morning of joy evermore

 

The bluebells are out on the "Target" again

I'd pick some for mam, but it's all in vain

The thoughts and the memories give me such pain

Of times sadly gone, like snow in the rain.

by William Ashton

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