Sunday, May 07, 2017

Poem for her 155

Dear Readers,

Poems from her

She likes to write me poems
Likes to get them just so
Is a perfectionist more so than me
Her every word to me is special
Her sighs are a treasure I hold dear
I dance when I see her letters arrive
I sing softly when I open the page
Her words wrote with care and oh so sweet
I can't really put to words the way
She makes me feel when I see her
Standing anywhere near me
At the sink washing dishes
At the store front waiting for me
At the elevator to travel
Her poems to me held dear
Opened and savored daily

Happy Birthday Babe



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