Poetry corner

Taking a sentimental look back in time, Gillian Hockley’s tender poem is an ode to a life well lived.

The almost-83-year-old says: “I wrote this poem a few years back while dozing in the sun in my garden in Morden, South London.”

Remember This By Gillian Hockley

I sit in the warmth of the summer sun,

And my mind drifts back to times past,

School is out and down the path I run,

Home at last!

Sweet smell of baking – Mother waiting, She greets me with a kiss,

It’s long ago, but I remember this.

Gaze toward the blue of the sky, Still thinking of those days gone by, A young lady now – tall and fair, Put on my make-up, dress with care, To meet my love,

He thrills me with his kiss.

It’s long ago, but I remember this.

Close my eyes, the sun is bright, Now I am dressed in satin – white, My fathers says – a lovely bride, Takes my arm and walks with pride, Along the aisle,

Leaves me with a kiss,

It’s long ago, but I remember this.

Still drifting out in time and space,

I can see another face, a baby cries, And now he is placed in my arms,

For my embrace.

My son I make this vow today, to love you, Guide you, on life’s way,

Seal it with my kiss,

It’s long ago, but I remember this.

Back to reality, I hear,

Children’s laughter, drawing near Voices borne on a summer’s breeze, Calling, “Come on Nanny, please,”

And into the garden, they both run, Then I know it’s time for fun, Joshua runs and shouts,

While Gracie sits with me, and pouts, Grandchildren, they give the sweetest kiss, In years to come, will they remember this?