Lovey Howell . . . a young girl, love, life and family
A gift from Father
Sparkling, dangling from my ears
Very first diamonds
My husband – My rock
What would I do without him
The love of my life
Precious gems, culture
Such a life of luxury
There's something missing
Greedy lips suckle
Mothers . . . Babies . . . in the spring
Never one for me
Advice about girls,
Brings me flowers, like a son
Such a dear, sweet boy