Poem for her 384

Dear Readers,


The Card



The mail came and you opened the box
In there were several envelopes
Three of them looked like they might hold cards
Three of them did hold cards
All of them were to you
Hand drawn
Hand sewn
Hand etched
The style was slightly different on each
They held sway as they could
They meant something with each look
They were like others You'd gotten
Over the years
The card for me was always sealed with your touch


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.