Biography of Jayne Davies
Married with two grown up children, and two grandchildren(twins) .
Lived in Abercynon all my life. I've always loved poetry, started writing about two years ago. I've had three of my poems published so far. Now I've started, I can't stop!
Jayne Davies Poems
I'Ll Hold You Close
Distant memories lost in time, I close my eyes and think of you. Memories of the way we were, Glaze my eyes, like morning dew.
Those Old School Days
Lost amongst a sea of faces, The day has dawned, A young heart races, Summer holidays are over,
Love In The Park
The old park bench stood empty, It's wood now old and worn, She walked towards her favourite spot, Her coat a shade of fawn.
A Childhood Summer
I remember those long hot Summer's, as if they were yesterday, When the sun shone down on our street, the place I loved to play. For many a window glistened, cleaned well to a sparkling shine, Where starched white shirts blew gaily, on many a washing line.
I look beyond an endless sky, To feel the tears fall from my eyes, Remember us just as we were, Then in the distance I still hear,
Love You All Over Again
Will I meet you again in another life? Maybe things will be different then, Go back to the very beginning, To love you all over again.
Amidst the changing seasons, Beneath the chestnut tree, Is where I met sweet Robin, He's waiting there for me,
Over valleys and mountains Through green hills and vales My love for my hometown, Lies right here in Wales.
Our Dream Encounter
In endless dreams your near me, Your there before my eyes, I need this chance to see you, To say our last goodbyes.
To run through the bluebells, To skip through the breeze, Memories of childhood, Those days filled with ease,
I dream I'm in a Bluebell Wood, You're on the other side, Gazing across the flowers, Arms stretched open wide.
To Love Another
As fresh as a Daisy, As clear as the sky, Sweet memories of you, Bring a tear to my eye.
House Of Horror
Have you ever had a rendezvous with a bat? Well I have, now what do you think of that! Well it all kicked off, this particular night, I'm feeling quite sleepy, with cocoa held tight,
My One And Only
You took away a part of me, The day you passed away, It shook the very heart of me, For nothing I could say,
Disaster In The Kitchen
I've never been good in the kitchen,
My pancakes end up on the mat,
For I'm no Fanny Craddock,
Or Mrs Kipling come to that!
You can tap your shoes with my pastry,
And I can't get my cakes to rise.
Poor Mrs Beeton would turn in her grave
At the state of my apple pies!