You Are Mine, Mine, and Don't You Ever Remember It

Your mother would have been 31 years old when she wrote this letter to your father, and it starts off with concern about how he's doing in greece. And then there's if i was there, o wouldn't want any blankets... You'd be hot enough here am i a blooming iceberg of a maiden waiting to be roused into a fire,. not just melted, but changed into a fire. There are you, miles and miles away, needing an extra blanket. They were desperate to be back together, weren't they?