Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Poem for her 108

Dear Readers,



108 Ways to kiss Her


There are more than that many ways to kiss her
Am not even going to list the 108 ways today
I will say I kiss her as often as I can
And she kisses me as often as she can
We hardly get anything done some days
Kisses happen when we see each other from across the room
I mentally project my intentions by looking at her
She knows I love to kiss her
I know she loves to kiss me
So much so
That I don't really have to list ways to kiss her
There are so many places to add kissing
Like shopping
Odd row numbers get 2 kisses
Even row numbers get 3 kisses
No row numbers and we may never leave due to kissing so long
So today is all about kissing
But so will tomorrow be about kissing
Kissing Her is a Slice of heaven


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Poem for her 107

Dear Readers,


Knocking on the Door,


Someone knocked on the door,
A package arrived.
In the box was a note
In the box was a small drawing of a Boat,
On the note was a love letter.
To Her.
It said a lot of things,
Some of them made her blush,
Some made her kiss the note.

Someone knocked on the door,
A Letter arrived.
Long long letter with lots of things
Written on several sheets
Each one a different soft color
Each line special.
All of them to Her.

Around a corner I walked
There she stood near those shelves
There she stood
I looked at her far away down the way
I smiled at her
Just smiled at her
She knew what I was thinking
I had just told her minutes before
What this line would be about

She unfolded the Napkin
On it in my hand
Was a Love note to her
She was not with me
But I had managed to send
Her more notes from afar

Just like these ones you folks get to read too
Those ones she gets
Deeper and just as detailed
Sweet Nothings flying about her head
Wherever she goes
Saying
I love You
Over and Over
Again

There was a Call she had to take
So I came and wrote
What you are reading now
Hugs to you babe
All the thoughts of the day
Plus some more
Yet to be said


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Poem for her 106

Dear Readers,


Life is....


Singing in the shower while you know they are listening to you,
Porch swings swaying in the brisk summer breeze empty,
Doors just having been shut as someone passed through them,
Foot steps soft on rugs and hardwood floors passing through,
Cabin walls bright in the summer sunshine as a shadow moves,
Hands holding a large towel open for the still wet singer,
Arms wrapping around the towel and the Girl inside,


Life is...

Fun.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Poem for her 105

Dear Readers,


Tea for two

She likes tea
I like tea
We like lots of teas
Growing plants
Selecting ingredients
Sifting potions
While we can't grow the Tea plant
We can grow lots of herbs
And do
So tea for Two
Is what we do
Even if it is only
Out of a common pot
Set on the dashboard
As we drive down the road
Always tea for Two


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles

Friday, March 24, 2017

Poem for her 104

Dear Readers,


The Storm

It was dropping rain over there in a field
We could see it as we drove down the road
It was heading in our direction
We would get wet if we did not get home sooner
We drove down our road and into our land
We got in the cabin just as the rain hit
We stayed dry for the 3 days it rained
But we only had the fire and lantern lights
No power or phone or internet
We were okay we had a nice cabin in the woods
We are old and grey and can handle a long stay
But it was fun to see a movie in the city
All those 4 days ago now
Love seeing the latest movie that she likes

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Poem for her 103

Dear Readers,


I love Her

When she smiles at the flowers popping up in the lawn
When I see a new fruit we've never tried and think hey let me get that
When I write a note in the journal or napkin or here
When I am
When she is
When I see her in the garden, on the street, in the car
When I hear her voice
When I dream
When the times of life seem to slip sideways but she is still there
When I am
When she is
When I see the words flow like water in the stream to her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Poem for her 102

Dear Readers,



Shortly

Soon as I get into the van the noise starts
It is the ringing of the new engine
Primed to go, get there faster than before
See my girl, get home to see her

Then the other sound happens
Shortly I discover it is
Raining on my van
Pouring down large sheets of drops

Then the shower sound wakes me from my dream
I hear her singing there in the other room
My heart beats faster
My self awareness pulses just a bit

Shortly I will see her again


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles