Memories of Bluebells
bluebells and memories
Sunshine in childhood
Memories of bluebells, and in the nearby fields, buttercups and daisies were abundant..., Just sitting on the warm grass , looking at the bluebell woods.Mum would put a daisy chain around my neck.. I'd feel afraid I'd break it. So sweet, so delicate.
In front of us there would be my dad trying to teach my baby brother to kick a ball. More often than not Eddie would fall over, and dad would pick him up again. "Try again, young man" he'd say, "Rome, you know wasn't built in a day"
This little haven was near our house, so sometimes in Summer, we'd wait excitedly for dad to return from work, knowing the sky would still be blue and the sun bright, so we could still go to our favourite place. It didn't have to be earlier in the day.
Memories like this are mostly locked up inside my heart. We'd watch the clouds, so fluffy -- change from shape to shape. Sometimes seeing figures, a horse, maybe or some one's face.
"Oh look at that , " one of us would say, "Exactly like a dog or fish" and then the clouds changed shape again.
We'd walk towards the bluebell woods, so I could pick the flowers. The sun filtering through the trees, highlighting the beauty of the bluebells. No wonder they are my favourite wildflowers, with memories like these.
And mum was there.
The magic simplicity of this part of my life, the sights too good to miss, Dad determined my brother and I should learn to appreciate nature in all its glory The short walk home we would look across at high Welsh mountains, leaving the woods behind us, but not before my mum had put a little daisy chain around my head. "See, now you're a princess" she would say as we carried the bluebells home.
Home was just as magic , really. If my mothers' incredible voice was not singing, then dad was whistling and I'd be dancing. How I loved to dance. Ballet lessons. One of my favourite things and practising at home
And mum was there.
No family is perfect but ours was near as it could be. We laughed a lot, we loved each other. Mum and dad , My brother and me.
OH! If only I could go back for just one day , one hour ? Yes, even for one hour. Back to daisy chains and buttercups and bluebells in the woods, to feel and be that little girl again.......
Before the rain
But the rain came.
And with the rain came the pain,
And life was never, ever the same again.
Not for dad, my brother and me.
Damn! The Grim Reaper....!!!!!!!!
Before the Grim Reaper Took Mum