Poem for her 284

Dear Readers,


Porch Swing Job

She was writing out the resume
Porch Swing Sitter
The details were many
The times she'd done the task
The dates she'd been on one
The care of the back and forth
There was even a chart for colors
Had she ever fed birds from one
Was this going to be her sole job
There was a lot to talk about
This Porch Swing Job was year around
The application was almost done
Then the call came in
Sight Unseen
You got the job
It's hers
She got up and packed


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.