Poem for her 208

Dear Readers,



The Porch Swing


There were several in the history of our lives
The one out back by the pool at my brother's place
The one by her dad's place
The one at the city house facing the gardens and all
The one on the front porch of the cabin in the woods

All of them had one thing in common

We sat on them a time or two and held hands
We might even have kissed the day away there too
It was always a nice place to be a porch swing
Sitting there talking the time away as the
Clouds drift past and the birds chirp

Her there in my arms and softly dozing at times
Fingers laced and hands as one bound for always and forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.