Poem for her 151

Dear Readers,




Dancing


When we get to a new room on a trip
We put our bags down
Then we set some other things aside
Shake out our arms
Do a stretch or two
And interlace hands
And dance a bit in the room
However it is done
It is our own style

When at home we might have a favorite tune
Playing and then stop
And go toward each other
And dance to it, however we do it
It is our own style

When she needs a cheer up
I'll kiss her nose
Hold a hand out
And smile
And bow
And dance a bit where ever it might be
It is a style all our own
Set up in talks before we took
That first step
Off the porch into the garden
Of Forever and Always


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.