MY LOVE TODAY IS REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO REMEMBER. BEING WITHOUT YOU IS GETTING MORE DIFFICULT. I WISH I COULD REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY FIRST HOUR,FIRST MOMENT OF YOUR MEETING ME, IF BRIGHT OR DIM THE SEASON,IT MIGHT BE SUMMER OR WINTER FOR AUGHT I CAN SAY. SO UNRECORDED DID IT SLIP AWAY, SO BLIND WAS I TO SEE AND FORSEE, SO DULL TO MARK THE BUDDING OF MY TREE THAT WOULD NOT BLOSSOM YET FOR MANY A MAY. IF ONLY I COULD RECOLLECT IT, SUCH A DAY OF DAYS! I LET IT COME AND GO AS TRACELESS AS A THAW OF BYGONE SNOW; IT SEEMED TO MEAN SO LITTLE,MEANT SO MUCH; IF ONLY NOW I COULD RECALL THAT TOUCH, FIRST TOUCH OF HAND IN HAND-DID ONE BUT KNOW!