to Elizabeth Mae

As I reminisce this ‘pre-Mother’s Day’
My mind wanders to July 6, 1924, what a special day!

For that's when the Davis family welcomed Elizabeth Mae.

She was loved by family, one and all,

Mama Jewel, Daddy Fred and Harold Dean;

not a one of them tall.

She met Hortense in the third grade;

beginning a friendship that never would fade.

In just a few years Hortense, and Stan (her knight),

Decided that Liz and Buck should meet, 

boy, were they right.

December 7, 1941 began as a beautiful day,

Liz and Buck went for a drive up Little Elm way.

Returning to Dallas at the setting of the sun,

They learned of Japan’s attack.

Had peace ended for everyone?

Nine days later they wed.

“They’re too young”, surely someone said.

But, Martha and Lawrence swore to the judge t’was true,

That they were of the legal age,

To make the commitment and say, “I do.”

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He joined the Coast Guard, for his mates he would cook,

That is, when he wasn’t too sick to leave his bunk.

She returned to school and hit the books.

Through the war they were often apart,
a circumstance she sought to thwart. 

He was dispatched up Northeast way,

for a while, with her family in Dallas, she did stay.

She soon made her way to Florida and a home so naval,  

Living with in-laws, Bill and Hazel.
Impatient to join Buck on the northeast coast,
‘I’m leaving today’, to them she did boast.

‘Not so fast, Little Liz,’ she was reminded by Bill,

‘you agreed to await Buck’s call, that was the deal.’

Thus began a marriage that lasted for more than 60 years,

producing and loving four children, loving their grandchildren and great-grandchildren, touching and influencing their lives and the lives of many, many others. I'm so proud to call you Mom and Dad.

 

I love you and miss you, Mom, every single day.