Poem for her 168

Dear Readers,




Pink T-Shirt

Soft in my hand with a saying on it
Soft in my hand as I slip it over
Her head and smile as I see her open her eyes
She looks in the mirror
I have hand drawn a note to it
She smiles when she sees it
She knows I took time to pick the colors
To make the words just stand out
They say things to the reader only she sees
Common enough words, but for her fuller in meaning
First line reads
Write something
Second line reads
Write anything
Soft at my touch the skin under the shirt
Smile on the face of the Girl in the mirror


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.