Treasure Island

Jayne Davies

(5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

A Mothers Love


I held you close, sweet child of mine,
Soft, velvet skin, you looked divine.
My darling child, my little one,
Safe in my arms, your life began.
I watched you grow, with tender love
My little Angel, from Heaven above.
I tucked you into bed at night,
Looked in on you, your eyes shut tight.
I taught you, oh so many things,
The ways of life, and what it brings.
You're now grown up, how time has flown,
Decisions made, all on your own.
Wherever you are, and whatever you do,
You're always my baby, that's for sure.

Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (5/10/2014 10:36:00 AM)

    Beautiful! , and it always calming knowing that life is full with love and the best come early from mother...nice work jayne..happy mother's day to you_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Jayne Davies (6/10/2013 1:42:00 AM)

    Thanks Phyllis! Yes they're not children long, time moves
    So quickly! Cherish the years x (Report) Reply

  • Phyllis Strong (3/25/2013 1:17:00 PM)

    Our children are so sweet, a blessing from God. My son is only 9 but the time has flown by so fast. The other day he said, “Mom I’m almost a teenager.” I just laughed, I wanted to tell him; just slow down son, let me enjoy these years. (Report) Reply

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