He first saw her
long, coal black hair
flowing in the wind
as she rode upon
a horse through town. . .
His heart was hers.
Together they raised three
children and one
became my mother
with soft, curly blonde
hair and bright blue eyes. . .
His heart was hers
as well as theirs.
From two became many
as hearts expanded, widened, grew,
and a legacy of love began. . .
His heart was hers
and became ours.
So, so grateful for these grandparents of mine,
Grover Pratt Brown and Jeffie May (Duke) Brown,
who met, I imagine, on a beautiful day in
Saint Johns, AZ.
The pictures on the left show my grandparents
and the pictures on the right taken Easter 1960
show their blonde little girl grown up married
to my father with three children of their own:
Darrell Dean May and Joyce Nadeen Brown
with daughters Linda, Sandy and Charlotte
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