Young Passion Times Two, Equals Four

To my mother, Leota, and To the Year of 1953

Life was so young and tender then,
everything was in bloom.
often in your mind you
thought, that young man, he's hot!
and then a passionate romance took off.

Coming into the age of things
looking at the beauty of it all
at all the could's, maybe we should,
really I think he would,
kind of a whirl wind, twirling deep down inside.

Striking you both, oh so blind,
counting on dreams and
hopeful schemes, and then the very next thing
a family was formed,
under the spell of passion, the two became three,
beyond all sense of reality, they then, got me, all in 1953.