Looking back on my time here has reminded me,
Of some special memories that mean so much,
The sharing, the music,the love I see,
A gesture, a comment, a simple touch.
Many days spent learning music by the piano with my father,
Singing, listening, playing my flute with him,
To this day some of the songs remind me,
It was never a chore and those memories will never dim.
My mother and all her kindly soft ways,
She never showed any anger,
Always there with her advice or comfort,
Yet she became a raging bull if there was danger.
I remember my time publicly singing,
How alive and in control I felt,
Those were my happiest times,
Singing just seemed to make my heart melt.
Being pregnant how special a time it was for me,
Revelling in his hiccups, kicking and every little movement,
In one way I never wanted him born,
I wanted to feel the life inside me forever and bask in the enjoyment.
When my son was born I never knew such a feeling,
A love so strong, full and new,
The life I created just sent my world reeling,
With this new love in my heart there was nothing I couldn't do.
Then just the other day my son was out for the day,
I felt in some ways I had nothing to do,
Then the phone rang and a little voice said,
"Mummy just rang to say I love you!"
Another diamond for my jewel box of memories,
Another legend untold,
And I'll hold all these magic moments within me,
From now until I'm old.
Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.