I read this and imagined a grandparent or parent sitting at your bedside as a child and telling you stories they had made up or recounts of their own experiences. Whatever, it is a wonderful little poem.
I'm gutted as I'd written some huge comment on this then it disappeared. I've read this many times now and each time the rawness, the longing and the memories whether sad or happy shine through and it shows this person meant alot to you and no doubt still does which makes me wonder if it is an old flame or a family member that's passed. Fantastic rhyming as ever.