Poem for her 74

Dear Readers


Driving

We drive to somewhere often
She takes a spell
Then I take a spell
Then break for a picnic
Something light
She drives for a bit
Then I drive for a bit
Then we stop for the night
Driving somewhere close
We might flip a coin to see who drives
Or I let her drive because she likes to
And I can watch her more often
I like to watch her more often
I like to watch her sleep
I like to watch her


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.