READERS’ POETRY: From the Bury Free Press of Friday, March 28

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This week’s poem, called Thoughts of Yesterday is by Gissie.

Dearest Mum, I see you through the mists of time, waiting for me at the old school gate

In your flowered dress with tiny waist

Always there, never late.

I couldn’t wait for school to end I ran to hold your hand, I was so happy I’d hum a little tune as we walked along

When I was a child and you were young.

It was love at first sight on that summer’s night, when Dad saw you at the fair

He remembered the song that was playing

and the lovely blue dress that you wore.

Simple pleasures keep gentle on my mind when we gathered dandelions in the meadow to make the homemade wine, we picked fruit in the summer

made all those pots of jam, and how lovely walking

with the baby in the pram.

The fragrant rose growing over the garden wall

touched by a gentle breeze and the soft rain that fall, flourished and blossomed the whole summer through, somehow reminds me of you.

I know roses can’t last forever

they fade in the morning sun

one by one the lovely petals fall, softly

Silently until there’s nothing left at all.

Like the rose your memory will never fade

you live on in our hearts to stay

So dear Mum I’m writing these thoughts and words to you above

All tied up with beautiful ribbons of love.