I’m still here to remember
their special day,  the day
when at 16 green years
she moved into the home
of his parents, a white frame
farm house in rural Kentucky.
I picture them shushing each
other, struggling to be quiet
with so many beating hearts
in one place, so many listening
ears.  My father, round-faced
handsome with a sweet smile,
had a vision of rising above,
transcending.  She believed
in him, his dream.  From these
roots, I’ve grown.