Poem for her 103

Dear Readers,


I love Her

When she smiles at the flowers popping up in the lawn
When I see a new fruit we've never tried and think hey let me get that
When I write a note in the journal or napkin or here
When I am
When she is
When I see her in the garden, on the street, in the car
When I hear her voice
When I dream
When the times of life seem to slip sideways but she is still there
When I am
When she is
When I see the words flow like water in the stream to her


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles