Poem for her 257

Dear Readers,


The need to ask.


How are you today.
What is for dinner.
How was the soup.
What color should I wear.
When is the play starting.
How are my nails.
Softly spoken in a breathless whisper.
Sunshine flashes in from curtain drawn.
Suddenly the smiles bounce off the camera lens.
The questions of eyes glinting in brightness.
How are you after that third cup.
What was the day like today.
Bring me that scrap book page let's look.
Things that are thought between souls.
Subtle banter felt on skin surface soft.
Songs heard and lyrics needed.
Days like rain drops from clouds.
Long into the pathways walked by us.
The need to ask.
As the hour draws near.
This cup of tea for You Babe.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.