Let me re-begin with another of Dad's poems to Mom.
Mar. 13, 1962
Where are the words to describe this being
Scrutinized with eyes for seeing.
An image of truth-ever appealing
When views with eyes for warmth & feeling
Radiently golden - a work of art
Is this woman, my wife, my heart
Discussion: To be honest, there's not much to discuss here, biographically. March 13, 1962 was a Tuesday and about two weeks after my brother's first birthday. Perhaps this is the reason for the poem - the birthday not the Tuesday. My dad was, on top of lotsa other good things, a very sympathetic guy. Perhaps (and this is just a perhaps) mom was feeling down for some reason in the late winter of '62. Perhaps he thought she needed a poetic hug of some sort and out popped this AAAABB sestet to lavish her with praise. He obviously loved her very much.
In an undated but pre-Albie's birth poem, Dad showed his excitement at the arrival of my brother:
Not sure why he called her a hag. Anyway, here's Mom and Dad dancing Greek.MY HAG
The feeling of knowing
I've been where I could've been
Yet I find my being is glowing
With the thought that life's now to begin
Alone I found joy in simple things
But now there's you and there's me
The fact alone joyfully sings
For we two shall son be three