Monday, November 12, 2018

Poem for her 694

Dear Readers,


Those showers

The rain was brewing in the west
Blowing as it does
The cold damp air
The garden sullen in the wind
The last of the green tomatoes picked
The green of the winter plants showing
The bathroom was warm
Fire in the fireplace
The bedroom toasty
The bathroom too
Bathrobe hung up
The towels were ready
I got you out of bed
Let you sip your hot tea
Then bundled you off to the warmth
The showers of fall
Turned the extra spray on
Water fall feature too
There you were the center of attention
The showers on you
Heating you up
Taking the aches away
Those showers of the cabin
There for you
There for you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Poem for her 693

Dear Readers,


Neck rubs

When the fall rains begin
The neck gets sore
Slow the night with soft neck rubs
Then sleep and another in the morning
Then if soreness linger that visit
To Doctor mary over the hill toward town
The doctor knows things about spines
The fall rains here in the mountains
Make the cold a bit achy just like the city
Over here we have a sauna
The one e put in the room off the back porch
The hot rocks and spring fed pool
The neck rub might do with our old bones
The headaches drift off faster
Sooth the day slow
Smooth the sheets and fluff the pillow
Throw a log on the fire
Heat the room
Soft music
Slow the heart rate
Ease the achy feet
Help her have a better day
Kiss the pain away

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Saturday, November 10, 2018

Poem for her 692

Dear Readers,


The table clothe


I once asked her what was on the table
Then the line of thought streamed by
There have been many a game there
The art projects might be there
We have a folding table or two for them
That way they can be set up
Done
And out of the way for dinner
As they aren't at the breakfast table
Or is it the dinner table
The one with the green clothe
The one with leaves
The other with flowers
The plain ones
The painted in outlines
The ones she made
The ones I helped with
She's a special artist
Smooths my rough edges
Soothes me with a whisper
Soft giggle
In my ear
Feels so nice on tippy toe
Springing into my side cat like
Curled and close
Slow as I might
She speeds me faster and faster
As I see her round the corner
White skirt on

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, November 09, 2018

Poem for her 691

Dear Readers,


The swing

The park had a bench swing
The drive out this way was nice
It took a few day we were sight seeing
You like to drive we were getting away
The cabin was set for winter
Fall colors every where
Things to see
This park was here
The time for a picnic lunch
The swing was seen only after a bit
Walking on a trail dense woods
Then spring to life the wooden bench
Hung from a sturdy tree color metal A frame
We have photos in the blue note book
You lounging
Me lounging
Some of your toes in socks in boots
The toes said hi, though a little muffled
You giggled a lot
The toes have funny voices
I know
I invented them
You laughed is all that is important


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, November 08, 2018

Poem for her 690

Dear Readers,


Those toes

Warm in my hands
Warm in the socks we bought
Toasty under the big blankets
Out in front by the fire
Dancing on the floor in the cabin
There with the bit of warm applesauce
Oh you giggle a lot at that one
I take care to keep them warm
Winter is here they need warmth
The little colored toenails
Spring like flow
The tasty pinky toe washed in the shower
Warm water all day long if you want
The spring arrives soon
Splay a few flowers near them
Take a camera pose
There they curl as we talk
Up under Pillow
There snuggled warm
On my knee
Kiss the big toes
Smile as you giggle again
Soft warm socks full of flower scents
The days slow as you read a book
Warm toes near the fire light

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, November 07, 2018

Poem for her 689

Dear Readers,


The fall sniffles

The fall sniffles attacked us
We had been doing well
The fire had been lit
The wood gathered in
The rains started and didn't let up
The woods got swampy
The days damp
The sinuses filled
We thought we had been swimming
The sounds of popping ears
Ugh we both said
The poems slowed to a snuffed nose
I spoke a few to you
They didn't make it to paper
Sniffles the days went by
Coffee heated then mint tea with whisky
Ugh the cough the roof fixed
The leaks stopped the fires hot
The woods damp the logs dry and more in house
The days will be damp
Inside warm and sniffles will fade
Your feet are warm
The socks dry
The hot toddy tasty
Your lips too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.


Friday, November 02, 2018

Poem for her 688

Dear Readers,


Pancake supper

The pan was not hot
You are always HOT
Well unless your toes are cold
Then I find some way to warm them
The socks I bought you
Little batteries
A small toggle
Then heated socks
If we are traveling without them
Like summer time
Your feet can get cold too
So I pull them out and
Rub and kiss them
Like today we are having
Some crepes a recipe I was working on
Then you said
And I came to your aid
As I hope to always do
Then the whisking
The washing in warm towels
And though supper is still planed
The time of it's arrival will be delayed
Maybe a few hours
Tasty warm toes with mint jelly


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.