Poem for her 409

Dear Readers,



Scrapbook Readings


Some long nights ago we sat at a table
Looking through the ages of our scrapbooks
You had drawings you wanted to see again
I asked you to pick some numbers
The Poems that had numbers got read
Then dates of ones not listed number wise
We could go weeks of looking and not repeat
Days are always filled with things
From seed packs to shirt picks to which color
To paint the new art project with
You have lists of colors you like
And soft smells to turn to lotions
The flowers in the garden clothe the table
Drawings made and photos taken
Hands on mossy tree limbs and at times your face
I catch you off guard and get your smile in a photo
All in all the night wanes on ending with a touch
Long into the warmth of snuggles my hands on you
Sleep peacefully long and warm till dawn


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.