Poem for her 34

Dear Readers,



Holding Hands


Her hands are smaller than mine
We hold hands a lot
I like to kiss her left one
It is an old habit

Her hands are smaller than mine
I love to touch them often
She kisses my right hand
It is a newer habit

We have a lot of habits
Touching each others hands
It is one of our oldest
Her hands are smaller than mine

We have a lot of habits
There was an early letter
Where she said she wanted
To hold my hand often

Holding hands often
Kissing in parking lots
We are just two young kids
Holding hands Often


Happy Birthday Babe,
Still holding your hand

Charles