Poem for her 320

Dear Readers,


Slight of Hand


The cards were sitting on the table again
They had been shuffled and cut and sat there
Her hands were laced into mine
Her eyes were looking at me as we sat
The topic was going to be the next game
The topic we were talking about was silence
But for the sound of fingers sliding over each other
She is my best friend, and today we aimed to play
A game of cards, but that was paused
The pause lasted a long while
The pause lasted a week or more I am sure
Sitting there fingers laced together
Looking at each other's eyes
Doctor's orders to relax, take a load off
Not do anything much for a while
The week lasted into a month
Then the years slid by and we are still
Sitting there to this day
Laced fingers looking at each other
And smiling still at the sight of each other


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.