Poem for her 399

Dear Readers,


Riding


I love that you drive babe
It allows me to hear what you say
Better that I stand or sit to your right
That ear problem I have

The cars we have driven
Always just a get up and go
To get places not the goal
Just the driving there to have gone

The days where you get that urge
To drive and just go
Grab the picnic basket toss in things
Then off to the pacing of the driving

I like to be the map reader
The pointer out of things
Though you know places you like
I look for picnic tables to dine at

The days grow wet and we stop
The rain turns to sleet
The car stays put
We go and cuddle up and kiss the day away



Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.