As I write this, I am all grown up
But they still remain with me
The memories of England
Even though I’m all grown up
White Christmas, holly and cousins,
Presents and laughter
Seasons that change
And pocket money in tins
Sitting on Nana’s bed
So high in the air
Counting my fortune
Enough of that said
Snowdrops and daffodils
A baby lamb in my arms
Not soft like it looks
Squares of hay on the hills
Little thatched cottages
Rose gardens and rakes
Cobbled lanes
My life in different stages
But most of all
I remember the snow
The soft falling of snow
On our trees so tall
Snowmen and carrots
Mittens and gloves
Wellington boots
I miss them lots
But these are all memories
Hidden far away
And like a book
Can be opened
Day after day
Now I have my own children
And the present will be their memories
I hope they will be as special as mine are
Memories to draw on, when they’re women and men
But where I had snow
White Christmas and cold
I wonder what they will remember
And the places they will go
As long as they remember ……. love
Because that’s what I feel
With my memories
My childhood memories ……. love
A great big ship was looming in my future
That carried me across the seas
But my family was with me
So my memories stayed behind
Still ……. I brought them with me. A ten year old child.
© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth