As I step across the <br />ancient shores of England, <br />I feel such homely <br />rapture in the air... <br />for daffodils grow <br />elegant and golden <br />and grass is greener here <br />than anywhere. <br /> <br />And as I look, I see <br />a rose of England, <br />my dearest mother <br />with silver in her hair, <br />I feel her presence <br />evermore unfolding <br />and my love for her is <br />way beyond compare.<br /><br />Joyce Hemsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dearest-mother/
