Monday, May 22, 2017

Poem for her 174

Dear Readers,



Awesomeness

She asked me to write a word down the side of our diary
I wanted the word to be about her and put Awesome
Then wanted the word just a bit more powerful
Then she turned it into words about me
Thinking about the other while thinking about things
Her standing there in red and grey and smiling
Me showing her something I like to eat only to see
Her love it for all the same reasons, and like it even more
Savoring the touch of our hands in each others as we cook
Seeing the same things in the news we read and discuss it
Slowly learning our own dance steps, and sign language
Soft touches in the morning rain and long cuddles
Into the afternoon till dinner is the grilled cheese


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Poem for her 173

Dear Readers,



Green stripped shirt


The couch has a Green stripped shirt laying on it
The shirt had her shoulders in it just a while ago
But the other day it had my shoulders in it too
The shirt is one that we both wear, but I like
Her in it more than me in it, as It looks happier
Shirts have feelings they like people to wear them
This shirt is always happier when she picks it up
When she puts it in her arms and slips it over her body
The shirt wants me to know that it is still there
For her to wear when she comes back in the cabin
So it lays there on the couch and calls her name


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Poem for her 172

Dear Readers,


The Showers


She likes rain when she doesn't have to drive in it
I like rain when I get to cuddle with her, because she isn't driving
I love you she just said, because , well we aren't driving
Now she wants a massage for the achy muscles from the walk
We got back just in time, It rained soon after we got in
Then the soap was up to my elbow washing dishes
Food had been all over the table top in different plates
The wine was still there from the other day about to be gone
The showers of May nice days and long nights



Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.


Poem for her 171

Dear Readers,


She is Here

Dream girl sitting here glass in hand
Holding my fingers in hers singing a song
Sitting here eating a cracker with cheese
Sipping a wine I picked out of the closet
She is here just sitting there smiling at me
Her body moving to the music thinking thoughts
Of things we are planning, or yesterday's kisses
She has cuddled all morning with me in the dark
As the rain fell outside our window unknown to us
Dream Girl holding my hand on our journey
Through ages long to be drifting in her arms
Want you here to know how much she means to me
So I say again and again I love You Babe
She is here about to hand me our glass of wine
Dream girl in my sight in my arms with a kiss



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Poem for her 170

Dear Readers,


Friday


She woke earlier than me
But I went to bed later than she
The times were off
Due to us not being in the same place
We tend toward waking about the same time
That morning hungry spot
Then if not in the same pillow pile
We might wake and sleep oddly
This Friday we were not in the same one
But only the morning of
That first kiss Good Morning
Corrected a lot of the sleepy feelings
We'd be arranged on the same pillow pile
Soon as the night rolled back round
Never easy to sleep away from each other
Always great to be back in her arms
Kissing her shoulder and left hand
Singing a tune for me as I pour hot drink
The toast today was nice
Her feel in my hands again bliss
Friday wants to see her kiss


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Poem for her 169

Dear Readers,


The Cloak


It was made for me in the last century
It fits her nicely and she wears it well
I want to bundle her up in it and go places
I want to see her in a castle in it
I want her places we have never gone
See her in the moor light fogs
Black on one side Red on the other
It is old and she is young in my eyes
The mirror is always telling her
I love you, smile, be of good cheer
The cloak is something I wore once
She'll wear it a lot more than me
Warm in the winter chill held close
Long into the cabin days or city house
Held tight in my arms as she wears the Cloak


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 168

Dear Readers,




Pink T-Shirt

Soft in my hand with a saying on it
Soft in my hand as I slip it over
Her head and smile as I see her open her eyes
She looks in the mirror
I have hand drawn a note to it
She smiles when she sees it
She knows I took time to pick the colors
To make the words just stand out
They say things to the reader only she sees
Common enough words, but for her fuller in meaning
First line reads
Write something
Second line reads
Write anything
Soft at my touch the skin under the shirt
Smile on the face of the Girl in the mirror


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Poem for her 167

Dear Readers,



Cuddles


When I see her I want to do so many things
My mind shuts down for a while in overload
She sees me pause while cooking breakfast
Tells me things about her day to be
I stop to get the toast and eggs just right
She smiles calling me a perfectionist
I watch her draw circles in the sand
My mind shuts down for awhile as she stands
I trace the outlines of her hand
I want to say so many things, so I say that
It is all so hard to think when she is close
She looks at me and as our hands mingle
Thoughts are many as the years have gone by
We sit and hands mingle into one hand
She smiles as I say I had a hard time seeing
Which fingers were mine and which hers
We get up from the breakfast table
And just go and spend the day in cuddles


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Poem for her 166

Dear Readers,


Pizza and a Kiss


We don't need Pizza
But we eat it
We have to have a kiss
So we do that a lot
We like to kiss a lot
That first bite of fresh
Out of the oven pizza
Then that first kiss afterwards
Aw blissfully tasty
We made a pizza oven
Out in the side yard
In the porch area
Kisses in the cabin
Kisses in the yard
Kisses in the dark
Kisses before
Kisses during
Kisses after
Pizza making in the woods
Kissing where ever we are
Like just now with Hot mint tea
And earlier at the dance


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 165

Dear Readers,



Dancing in the Afternoon


She was wearing those shoes
I was holding her hands
We held out our arms, and swayed
To just the sound of the room
She smiled, came in close for a kiss
We danced a bit more
Not many twirls just yet
Those would be later
Her dress was light in the sunshine
Her smile makes my day brighter
Her hands fit in mine
Breakfast is several hours away
But we talk about it
Plan the next day
Lazy with drawings and tea
Dancing today in the sunshine
Window still bright
Her resting in my arms
Sleeping at my touch


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.