by MysteriousGirl80Waterford, Ireland
Oct 2020 434 Views 6 comments
Sun Days
A splash of rain on the window pane
I'm lying here thinking of you again
Sunday drives in our old Renault 5
Driving aimlessly around the countryside
Stopping for a walk, me lagging behind
The scent of honeysuckle in the air
We'd pick fuschia and place them in our hair
On arriving home, you'd prepare the tea
Then run a bath for my sis and me
We'd sit around and watch Glenroe
This Sunday ritual never got old
Though time has passed
And you, nor Glenroe are no more
I'll never forget those days
Does anyone, anyways?
I'm lying here thinking of you again
Sunday drives in our old Renault 5
Driving aimlessly around the countryside
Stopping for a walk, me lagging behind
The scent of honeysuckle in the air
We'd pick fuschia and place them in our hair
On arriving home, you'd prepare the tea
Then run a bath for my sis and me
We'd sit around and watch Glenroe
This Sunday ritual never got old
Though time has passed
And you, nor Glenroe are no more
I'll never forget those days
Does anyone, anyways?
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Posted: Oct 2020
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Comments (6)
So it made me go through some of my good memories with my family and mum. The good old days.
Also googled Glenroe. A tv series in Ireland which o have never heard of.
Thank you.
Thanks SM :)