Poem for her 346

Dear Readers,


Naps in the afternoon

Your shoulders there in my hands
Then the small of your back
Aches rubbed away slowly
Relaxing to both of us
You and I both wake hungry
Grilled cheese with the cheese you bought
Yummy you write in our diary
The room chilled slightly and you close
Arms around each other sleep filled
Day drifts by and then kisses
More kisses to stir the mind to sleep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.