Poem for her 173

Dear Readers,



Green stripped shirt


The couch has a Green stripped shirt laying on it
The shirt had her shoulders in it just a while ago
But the other day it had my shoulders in it too
The shirt is one that we both wear, but I like
Her in it more than me in it, as It looks happier
Shirts have feelings they like people to wear them
This shirt is always happier when she picks it up
When she puts it in her arms and slips it over her body
The shirt wants me to know that it is still there
For her to wear when she comes back in the cabin
So it lays there on the couch and calls her name


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.