Back in the old days men came 'courting' or 'courted via mail' if they happened to be elsewhere. The little girl in the picture is my older sister, Helen. Mom and Dad didn't have any children until they'd been married for ten years.
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Imagine ... my sweet Kentucky Rose
with honey dew-kissed lips,
who swivels thin, svelte hips.
I cannot keep you out of my mind.
When we hug and kiss ... tend to unwind.
Kentucky Rose, your scent is divine,
and that's a sweet sign.

In fashion ... my sweet Kentucky Rose,
whom everyone knows,
as your sweetness glows.
Dressed in hand-me-down rags
from your girl friend ... Ma brags.
I cannot keep you out of my heart.
No way on earth will we ever part--
promise, Darling. That is a great start!
In your hands ... my heart.

Down on hands and knees, Kentucky Rose
works for a living,
her salary giving
LIFE to her grands: ma, pa.
I cannot let you out of my life.
Let's wed! You will be my wife.
Whatever you want, I'll make it right.
You turn dark to night ...

my sweet Kentucky Rose,
whom everybody knows,
is you.

In loving memory of my parents: Laura Mae Conley 1917-1983 and Lee Griffith 1910-1953.
Copyright 2008 Sandra S. Corona