Memory fails me, as I try to recall

those things that we did, both momentous and small

The many times that we laughed. Those that we cried.

The children born healthy, and old folks who died.

But as I grow older, my mind has begun

to forget the details, including the fun

things that we did, before our children were born.

When we were that young, was I ever forlorn?

Perhaps. As I part the mist that clouds my view,

I see a lonely place, before I met you.

My heart was heavy with worries, that’s true.

Sorrows befell my soul, until there was you.

With you the sun arose, brightening my way,

and so it continues, to this very day.

As I stroll through life, beauty I can now see:

blue sky, birds, butterflies, and the apple tree

under which we sat, and talked about our love.

And though it sounds corny, even the white dove

that flew high overhead as we pledged our vow

to love forever.  I remember it now!

Such a wonderful time!  A beautiful place!

The way we danced and the smile on your face.

A white picket fence.  The cookie-cutter house.

The cuddly kitten.  Yes, even a brown mouse.

Such an exciting time, those long-ago days.

Our children grew up, then went separate ways.

Those things that we did, both momentous and small

As memory tricks me, I sometimes recall.