Poem for her 164

Dear Readers,


Trips


First there was the call
She had to go see someone
Then the long drive
To the place
I liked the shorts
She got that day
She liked the shirt I got
For her to wear
We did a bit of trip taking
Malls are far away
When you live in the woods
In a cabin
When your Item arrives
Store clerks call you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.