Poem for her 306

Dear Readers,


That Afternoon nap


The morning filled with phone calls
The morning being the time people called
The appointments made for the week
Soft hands shuffled the notes
So many things to do where was the time
Then the soft whistle of the tea pot
The sounds of footsteps and the smells
Grilled cheese like she liked it
Tea that had a full mint chocolate taste
Still Tea but different with that chocolate
He smiled and let her drink some and watched
Her smile was full of sunshine and blue sky eyes
Planning always needs a bit of down time
The plate was empty, the cup with a bit left
The hands moving over the sore aches of life
The hands moving deeper into the efforts
The sighs and happy sounds and rest
Just there as the clock turned one more hour
The day still the scents of flowers and love.
The two of them asleep and the afternoon, evening.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.