Poem for her 388

Dear Readers,



The graph paper


The pages lay out on the table
You had been working at them for days
Over the months they seemed to take shape
Plans and details our ideas talked about
Drawing on our dreams and abilities
The thoughts we shared about how tables are made
The small details and the over all
The days were long or they were short
The hours coupled with picnics
Art house tours, gardening and other things
The thoughts once just dreams solid now
The money from the butter and eggs
Piled in a holding account swiss bank
The idea of where the gardens could go
The plat sheet of the land and things
The ideas that we slept on
Then cuddled the night talking about
Kissing and then warming the night to dreams


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.