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The Wilderness Years are over,
they are with us no more;
while birds migrate for winter time,
so Death has closed the door.
The days were, oh, so fleeting,
like butterflies in spring.
The time we spent together
made my lonely heart sing.
Shared memories of daffodils,
we laughed until we cried –
we cried until our tears ran dry,
I was ever by your side.
How could this have happened?
How could you leave this way?
I always think about us –
and mourn you every-day.
© Wilderness Years 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A show of daffodils by the A6091 Melrose bypass road These daffodils are on the northeast embankment of the A6091 near Melrose Roundabout. The verges of a 3km length of road from the roundabout to the eastern end of Melrose were planted with daffodils several years ago [562294]. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Makes me feel sad – beautiful daffodils
They were in my Mum’s hospital room and she loved them – they always make me think of her 🙂
Reminds me of an amazing Aunt of mine 🙂
Hehe – I wonder why that is?! 😉
sad sad…wonderful poem…loved it
Thank you 🙂
Bittersweet memories.
What a wonderful memorial to your dear Mum.
Aw thank you – I’m sorry I missed this reply – Just having a check through all my comments to try and catch any that slipped through the net!!
Indeed – she called the years we were apart her wilderness years 😦
Heart breaking….. Beautiful poem
Aw thank you very much 🙂
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Thank you so much 😀
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