My mom was so pretty.
My dad was so handsome.
On February 23, 1946 at the farm on Highway 38,
she came down the staircase in her silk and organza,
he stood tall in his Navy dress blues.
She took his arm before the fireplace.
Elmer and Ada, Frank and Jeannette, and 35 others
heard them promise to love and to cherish.
Before the bride knew there would be four kids
and a house in the cottonwood trees….
before the groom knew there would be seed corn
and cattle and cancer….
he wrote her letters from the USS Fanshaw Bay
filled with hopes and dreams of life together on the farm,
planting seeds and harvesting a good crop.
And so, for 27 years, they did.
Elinor (1922-1973) and Roger (1923-2011)
a small drop of ink 
Thanks for posting this. I think of Mom and Dad every February. To have only had 27 years is so sad. We are well on our way to 43…..hard to think about all that we would have missed in the last 16 years!