Poem for her 18

Dear Readers,


Eggs in the morning

She likes Eggs, but so do I, how many ways let me count
She likes breakfast in bed, How many ways let me count
She likes Soup shared from the same bowl one spoon Our hands
She likes to cook, I like to cook, we like to cook together
She likes to make bread, I like to make bread, we cook together
She likes to draw I like to tell stories, she draws my words
She likes to sing I like to make words sound and we do songs
She likes to walk I like to walk hardly a day gone without walks
She likes and I love to do things with her by my side
She likes and I love her day and night and eggs in the Morning


Happy birthday babe.

Charles