I wish I could remember that 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 to foresee,
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!
Beautiful and along the same lines I feel for many of the writings I do from something very similar. Thank you for sharing. 😊
Ah, beautiful poem by Christina Rossetti!
Wonderful, Christina.
Me too my good friend. Seem, we forget more than we can keep. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Hi visited your website. I can read your about & blog. Very nice you have to knowledge & experience. So beautiful you written poem. Nice you sharing your experience. I like.
“So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.” Very nice write this.
i just realized today i only noticed my dog’s shadow and it saddened me so i’ll prob be writing about it, different but similar theme.
i don’t have much time left with him
I do remember even if a very slight picture or thought in my mind and always remain thankful for the experience. I’ll be 75 June 18 and a good thing about getting old I can’t remember all the terrible experiences and that is a blessing as well.
You are such a talented writer