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A song for my mum, Pamela Davies, on Mother’s Day 2012.  This was one of the songs at her funeral.  Beautiful words I know she would have loved. The Rose by Bette Midler Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul [...]

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A song for my mother, Pamela Jean Davies, on her birthday (4th March, 2012).  She would have been 61-years old.  She liked Johnny Cash in her younger days and to be honest I only started listening to him after she passed away.  These words have a very special meaning for me.   If We Never [...]

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Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in [...]

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Time will Ease the Hurt The sadness of the present days Is locked and set in time, And moving to the future Is a slow and painful climb. But all the feelings that are now So vivid and so real Can’t hold their fresh intensity As time begins to heal. No wound so deep will [...]

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If Roses Grow in Heaven If Roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her that I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a [...]

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Afterglow – Poem

Afterglow I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one. I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to [...]

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Daydreaming the Unknown

I felt like getting creative, so here goes . . . Daydreaming the Unknown By Nicola Davies   Steam rises from the coffee. I am lost in thought. The world flashes by, And only memories are caught. A voice comes over the tanoy. The voice of God, I think. I strain to hear his words, [...]

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