Poem for her 415

Dear Readers,


Ankles


The time I asked that you scratch mine
Your nails long and soothing on my skin
That time I held yours close to me
Touching them one with each hand while at dinner
The days go by slowly when I can't hold yours
You are out of the cabin, maybe out of state
I want to rub yours and sooth their ache
The days are better when yours are wiggling
There on the cushions singing their joy
Lotion and care to combat dry winter skin
The days I can kiss your ankles a treat
Something about yours is rare I can not say why
I like to watch you walk and see them in socks
I even have a few pictures in the scrapbooks
Your ankles in my hands kissed slow right now


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.