I pick your favourite flower,
I hear your special song,
For these are fond reminders,
Of you, although you're gone.
They have a way of stirring,
Your memory deep inside,
Very special memories,
Of love that I can't hide.
In life we choose our favourite things,
The little things we love,
Things that mean so much to us,
Sent from God above.
I look upon your photograph,
How happy we were then,
I'm thankful for your memories,
One day we'll walk again.
Jayne Davies
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-favourite-things/
