Poem for her 329

Dear Readers,


The mountain chair


It wasn't a place we could go to
But a thought that might help
Though some days it wasn't as helpful
Yet we tried it from time to time
When headaches would hinder and hands hurt
The thoughts of the mountains and chairs
Aren't new places but are all in the mind
And when that head hurts and thinking slow
Hard to slide hands over edges when hands hurt too
The mountain chair up there in the thinner air
Was going to be made sooner or later
We had a chair we wanted to use
We had several mountains we'd like to be
Moving the cabin was not an issue
We'd make a new porch for the chair
We'd borrow a patch of sky
We'd see the sunset fresh over there
Slide older hands cross forehead
Sooth the days aches off the finger tips
Get her finger nails painted in that new color
Write a short note in the book of thoughts
The mountain chair sits a girl fresh of face
And happy at hot mint tea in hand
Colored nails wrapped round the mug
I'd give her a hug when she stands
Or as the day goes on and on say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.