A very brief explanation...
Back in the 1950's my mom and dad invited their best friend couple to come and live with them while the best friends were looking for an apartment. My dad and Earle worked together at Western Electric. Mom and Priscilla had been friends since high school.
While living together at my parent's house, Valentine's Day rolled around and Mom and Pris baked a heart shaped cake while Dad and Earle were at work. They were thrilled with it and could hardly wait for their husbands to get home.
This poem was written [by Mom (and me)] as a remembrance for Priscilla and Earle's 50th wedding anniversary book.
(Please excuse the punctuation errors and various other glitches...our typist at the time was volunteered for the job and kind of messed up a bit.)