Remembering is wonderful,
With memories like ours,
We've had so much that's precious,
So many golden hours.
We felt love's first awakening,
In our very first dear dates,
In three short weeks together,
We knew we would be mates.
We had our first dear marriage,
In such a lovely way,
We had our wedding dinner,
In a little town's cafe.
We drove home in the sunshine,
To surroundings we both knew,
But we just did not see them,
For we were lifted to the blue.
Yes, remembering is so divine,
And one of life's most precious gifts.
For they are ours and ours alone,
To share and have and ever hold.

by M.F. Coberly

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