Friday, August 04, 2017

Poem for her 256

Dear Readers,

First Touch

The door opened from the porch
Her first thought was
Oh my is it cool in here
Then it was
Oh my
He left flowers
As the scent assailed her
The smell of the daisies
The sweet scent
Then the smell of mint
Soft and subtle in the background
There was the tinkle of china
The steps
The sound of his voice
The need to ask

Happy Birthday Babe,



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