Sunday, January 29, 2017

Poem for her 30

Dear Readers,

Sunday Mornings in the Rain

It isn't her favorite kind of weather
But better rain than ice
We would be inside
No driving on a rainy day
Hard to do picnics too
So we'd be snuggled up talking
Or drawing on something
My back with her finger
A flower we saw recently
A story about something
Told only to her
Mornings in the rain
Turn to afternoons
Then evenings
If we can a warm fire
If not hot tea, hot soup
Staying snuggled together
Any time it rains

Happy Birthday Babe,



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