Poem for her 357

Dear Readers,


Poems on a swing


Sitting there reading this you think
That swing we sat on holding hands
You know the one where you said
I think we should plant the apple over there
And you point to the edge of our herb patch
That swing was the second swing we had
The first we wore out swinging on
This newer one is 10 years old
Like the grape vines over on the hill
Swings and trees and vines all year long
The days where we share a game of something
The tie dyed skirts and t-shirts
Swinging in the summer breeze
Or sweaters and flannel
Swinging in the fall brisk air
Something noted in a blue notebook
The pages replaced every year with fresh ones
The former year going up in the library
You write something on a page and circle it
With flowers and hearts and a sweet nothing
I tell you a new poem soft whispered to you
While the two of us sit on this swing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.