Blackberry Tart Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Across from the home I grew up in,
Many blackberries grew,
I would take one of Mums many dishes,
And fill it with more than a few,
My hands, would be stained from the blackberry juice,
But I so loved the wonderful taste,
The rest we would use for a blackberry tart,
There'd never be, any waste.
You always remember the good times,
The little things,
That you never forget,
Part of a wonderful childhood,
The best, I was privileged to get.

Jayne Louise Davies