Poem for her 451

Dear Readers,


Chips

Set the bag down and hide the flowers
Stir the tea bag in the boiling water
Make a CD stack of favorite songs and
Set the lights to just so and wait

The door opens and in she comes
That white skirt you picked out
The red under the shirt too
The signed scrapbook handy
The click of camera

The smell of her lips
Right before the kiss
Home again and held
The bounce of the feet

Then the long
Long
Long
Years ahead


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 450

Dear Readers,


Those long days

When you can't get up because you are down
Down but not sick but just down and tired
Tired of the way things haven't been going
Going the place you thought they could and
And you want to just stay in bed and think
Think of the days that haven't been many
Many things that are not yet as full as
As they could be if only and then the Dream
Dream ends and you roll over to see what
What was just sat down next to you There
There on the bed is a warm body Large
Large and has long hair and a smile
Smile dear the days are going to be long
Long and longer still and filled with things
Things that make us sad and things to wish
Wish for them as the beach house and Sun
Sun that glasses protect the eyes from
From that first butter fly conversation
Conversation to that last cup of Mint Tea
Tea with a splash of hot toddy and a Kiss
Kiss me dear and let me say I love You
You the girl of my soul


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 449

Dear Readers,


That day

The day you drifted in on butterfly wings
Then we started to chat about the weather
The flowers of later spring over by the geee
Hey I know here have some notepaper free
There were those notes we passed to and fro
Then the story-line poems with glee
You were having fun at the beach then
I was just standing at the bank clerks
I talked about flowers and pillows and bits
You talked about lawn mowers and coffee
There was that subject of age limits and roe
Cheese and fruit and that first long kiss
All yet to be and not even on the radar
Those days are still fresh in lines of poems
That day the snow fluffed and your glasses off
The cold shaking hands and the kiss of fingers
That first call and then the million others
That day you said Mei Fun? and I said Eggs?
That day I said hey have this set of line and

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 448

Dear Readers,


Off to the Beach


The tropical sun was just so
The small greek isle slow and mild
The breezes were salty and sweet
The trip was long in the making
Passports gotten pennies saved
The trip was slow by plane
The boat ride was fast that day
The sea a color you'd only seen
In pictures telling you it'd be
We weren't old, and we weren't young
But just right for the trip
The cabin in the woods still in green
The city house a still silence
The surf was calm and the rocky hills too
Though there were words you wanted to say
We did a lot of walking and hand holding
Then the day grew dimmer and I said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 447

Dear Readers,


Thunder in the morning

Those early spring thunderstorms
That make the day just so indoors
The mushy yard hardly fit too garden
The days like this make me want beaches
The surf and wind and you in a dress
The ankles bare and toenails painted
The days filled with a small glass of wine
Taking stock of our wine racks
In the wine cellar area and a note book
Filled with our notes about things
Taking pictures of you and you again
Telling you things about trips
And you telling me tales of wineries
Sipping the wine and kissing the day away
The storms forgotten outside
Just you and me babe cuddled warm


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 446

Dear Readers,


Cuddles

Hold the whisper close to your ear
Hear me say
I love you
I love you
I love you
Hold my hand as I lace yours
Hear me say
I love you
I love you
I love you
Feel me sooth your achy shoulders
Hear me say
I love you
I love you
I love you
Feel the long night drift past
Hear me say
I love you
I love you
I love you
Taste the cake and hear me say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 445

Dear Readers,


Rain Days

The want to just grab you and cuddle
To crank the stereo up loud and hear you sing
The need to drown out the rain just a bit
The dry inside while the outside swims
The green house is not so bad but no sun
The days fade on and we wonder when flowers open
This bit of the last shower of the month
Oh look it's the last day of the month
More again the first day too
The art work is in wood and carving
So the paints can dry in the summer
And the seed packs over there with a puzzle
The days still a bit damp and the wonder of pools
I want to dance a bit and let you sing
But want to cuddle in front of the fire too
So we make hot cocoa and do all four things in order
The dawn we see brings the sun for just a bit
And we sleep in and have eggs later

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 444

Dear Readers,


The photos

The toes in this set were yours with pink nails
The feet were various places, floors and stairs
The old tree stump and the garden bench
Up on the bed, on her desk, on the walkway
In my hands, on my knees, just as free as could be
I remember making notes in the notebook
About what you thought when the photos were taken
Wanting to seal a mood as well as a photo set
Slide into the frame more than 5 or 10 toes
The ankle and the hand holding it cheerful
Some of the photos are still on old style paper
Some in the new style paper and a few black and white
The notes show when you giggled a lot and when
We kissed so much the photo shoot got forgotten
Days and weeks and years gone by and your feet here
Taken in photos to be a lasting bit of lore
Pour me another cup of Tea you say and we drink

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 443

Dear Readers,


999 songs on the wall


The walls were covered with shelves of CDs
My dad was showing you them all
The two of you were talking music and songs
At times you'd break into a bit of singing
Then he wanted to play music for you
The day was filled with you and him talking
I stood there taking video and voice recordings
The night was filled with dinner and more talking
The popcorn and card game lasted til late
I slipped a hand over your shoulder and
The night cuddled softly into the wee hours
The first day at the city house a long memory
Scrapbooked and kept for ages later
The songs you like now expanded a bit more
The sounds of music a bit more filled
The songs still on the walls more music to hear


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 442

Dear Readers,



Humming

There you were stereo louder than winter
Spring trying to bud out telling you, Sing
And you did and the cabin rejoiced
The ankles tapping out the beats of the music
The songs, things you introduced to me
Toes stirring the dance up and us too
As the night runs on into the brisk dawn
The stereo silent but you are humming
The sounds of coffee and eggs and you
Making the morning brighter than the rain clouds
I tell you the plans of the day
Nothing but you and me and some seed packets
And a bit of drawing paper and plans
But no rush, the spring rains aren't done yet
I hand you a stack of cd's and say
Crank it up


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 441

Dear Readers,


The doorbell

The doorbell rang and you sat in bed
You got up wondering who it was
The door was one of that other house
The lock not easy to open
There was a shape at the door
Then when you opened it
I stood there
The dream was fading fast
As you told it to me
This day in spring
When the temps rocked back and forth
The dream was of you and me
Meeting once back then
The house on a sunday
The house just you
Then I arrived
Making the day
Something different than it was
The dream though faded now
Still has pull
Because of a parking lot
And the snows
And the kisses
And the dew in the backyard
And me still saying

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 440

Dear Readers,


Silent Snow


The snow slides out of the clouds
Making the landscape white and soft
The rounded edges like pillows on the bed
You love this time of day when the snow lands
The silence is one of your favorite bits
The frosty air smooths sounds even inside
I don't talk much when the snow is falling
Wanting to hold you and move slow
Take my time and lessen the noises of moving
Those first few minutes after the snow stops
When the ground is just spotless white
When the bird foot prints haven't stepped
The pictures I try to take without sound
The echo of the wind soft in background
I can see things drifting in the trees
The heavy snow falling when wind moves
The silent snow as I cuddle you to sleep
The only sound is my hand on your skin

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 439

Dear Readers,


Snow ankles

The warm wash clothe touched your ankles
You giggle as you read these lines
Then you remember the feel of the clothe
The knowledge of the night when we said
Hey let's go make that snowman
Outside the front porch in the new snow
Over there by the peach tree bare
The sounds of laughter and snow falling
The night after snug in bed comfy
The cold outside, knowing summer was yesterday
But today winter was back with snow and
That warm wash clothe touching your ankles
Then a kiss on the bare toes
The new nail polish that light green
We picked it for spring and mint leaves
The kissed toes just the same, polish or not
The giggles the same as the first time I said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 438

Dear Readers,



Summer comes early

The heat of winter streams in the door
The front porch is a bit warm Snow gone
The snow bunnies of last week melted
The coats you wore just last week put up
Though the weather folks say we'll need them
Still the day feels muggy and warm
I tease you about getting your bikini on
You look at me sideways and I giggle a bit
But I do hand you a T-Shirt with flowers on it
The ones we paint last year when it was spring
The weather will change soon and back again
Swaying like the porch swing does
We get a light Iced drink afternoon
The fans going faster to stir the air cool
The garden seed books thumbed through
The lists of seeds we want almost done
The kiss I give you long and slow
I tell you some sweet nothings and smile
As you hold my hands and dance

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 437

Dear Readers,


Roses are two


The car ride into the yonder Blue
The skies filled with Pillows
The sheet of paper in the scrapbook
Filled with your words sweet

The car ride short and long
The drive over hill and dale
Into the cabin woods slow
Pillow in the back seat cooing

The back seat and pillow whispering
Hey lets go on a picnic too
Hey lets go see that flower garden
The one you two planted

The sky parts and the sun beams down
The clouds say hello
The birds fly north
The flowers bloom sweet

The road trip short and long
The days of driving slowed
We want to sit on a swing
Find one on our porch
Sit and watch roses bloom
Kiss in the spring warmth

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 436

Dear Readers,


Roses are

The days since that first poem via Email
So many down a long flowered path
Talking about pillows and reading
Green glasses and green dresses and green
It is still winter in these parts
But soon as spring arrives maybe a red rose
To off set the red nose
Slides hands around your ankles
Pulls off your socks
Kisses your toes
Tells you a poem
Licks your jean covered knee
Asks you if you want coffee
Or the peter pan peanut butter cracker
First
Makes you a grilled cheese with fresh bread
Second
Hands you a deck of cards
Stow those in the picnic basket
Lets go for a drive
Here are the keys
Off to the cabin
Off away to points yonder
But first let me kiss your ankles again
Let me put your socks on
Yes I bought you a new pair
You like roses


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 435

Dear Readers,


Soothing

The touch of your fingers in mine
The sighs you make when I say I love you
The sighs you make when you sip hot tea
The scent of mint in the air
The scent of the flowers on the table
Drawing them into little piles of color
The days when you smile at me
The nights when my fingers touch yours
The dawn as it's light filters through the panes
The color of your eyes sparkling
The touch of your belt loops in my fingers
The moment I see you after a bit away
The sound of your voice
The touch of your lips
The light you bring my day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 434

Dear Readers,


Ankle socks


Your ankles are in my hands
You giggle as you know what I think
You giggle as I do
Kissing your ankles as I pull
The socks off slowly
Kisses and a giggle and a kiss
The socks take hours to slide off
The days go by and the years too
The same thing over time
Poems and lines about you
And the socks and ankles
The days go back and forth
The seasons pass by and you know
The ankles they wiggle when we talk
The feet walk up and down the stairs
But when you get home
The ankles and feet
I'll care for them
As i make sure your mug is warm
And the grilled cheese is hot
And your ankles are kissed

Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.

Poem for her 433

Dear Readers,


Ankles in snow


The snow was ankle deep your socks showed
The white coat was comfy and you smiled
The elevator door was opening and there you were
The surprise was all over both of us
Smiles to see and meet this way
The kisses long and long and long
The doors open and the big place is empty
The event we are going to is only starting
So I find a space to tug you into so we can
Kiss some more, and some more and you know
Kiss you some more
Ankles see the snow in the parking lot
And the cabin has a fire place that will welcome
Us when we get back there
The snow is on the road and spring is soon
You in your white coat and the snow
All I want to do is kiss you keep your lips warm

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 432

Dear Readers,


The 7 hour nap


You by my side the sounds of sleep
The sore muscles of the gardening
The day still smelling of cut green
The night cool the fire low but lite
The night sounds even as you slumber
The kiss as you wake and roll
The 7 hour nap it started as a nap
Rolled into the night no time keeping
When sleeping just a knowing when awake
The sound of you waking and I say
I love You
I love You
I love you
Go back to sleep babe
And you do and I tuck in close
Listening to you till the sleep draws me
Back under the soothing sounds of your slumber


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 431

Dear Readers,


Dear Reader yes babe 3


I love you and we planned
To not spend a second
Not talking all day long
So I got out t he spare Hot coffee
The spare picnic basket
Then the spare keys
Then the spare tire
Then we off and went driving
To hither and yon
To the hills and dales
The places we go
The people we might see
But talking about the drive
To keep us sane
So that when we stop
We say nothing at all
But share it all
This simple verses
These 431 plus
These lines about end for now
The love I have always had for you
Never stops
Ever

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 430

Dear Readers,


Dear Reader 2


They also say
I love you
You are awesome
Charles likes to lick your
And they softly list those
And the list goes on and on
Bits and Iotas long
The soft sounds of your sleep
In my ear
In the room
In the air
In the air tonight
That song line
That music video you had me watch
That humming you did
That sung song you sang me
Those times when my phone rang
Those nights
That parking lot
No the other one when
We had that dream
Of you again
In a future
In a kiss
In a place


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 429

Dear Readers,


Dear Reader


Hi there dear,
I know that you love my musings
I love your blonde hair
I know that you fall asleep when I talk
I love your ankles
I like to lick them
I know you are likely giggling now
You know things I don't know
I know thing I don't know
Yes it is late
But you are hopefully asleep when I post this
But knowing you and knowing things
The dawn is near and things make noises
So I lick your shoulder
Thousands of sweet nothings fall on you
Soaking into you and pillow
And they all say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 428

Dear Readers,



Three hours

Lived in heaven for that amount of time today
There was the shine and glow of the sun and
The flowers and the sound of music in the
Air when You said things to me

I drift closer still to heaven when I see
You standing there in the room or place
There touching my eyes with your smile
Your skin aglow there on back of hand
Tucked into my hand and merged

The feel of you near me in the season of
The times we are in the same spaces
The touch of your eyes on me and the way
You look your love for me in sighs and eyes


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 427

Dear Readers,


So you know


I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 426

Dear Readers,



63 Percent


That was where my cellphone's battery was at
The call ended and I remembered her question
You are 54 right and I smiled she was so cute
This girl I know, so sweet, belt loops and all
The call was long and longer still as the day
When she is away like this we tend to talk
As much as the trips allow and then press for more
As the slide of skin and hand and skirt hem
The idea of the distance shortened as she moves
Toward me with her soul and my soul as one
The clock slips by unknown the time merged
The day shortened and then we look and
Weeks have gone by on the phone chilled
The min's it seemed weeks in the world outside us
We long to touch again get back to cabin things
The kitchen plate and cup forlorn waiting to be used
Her touch on my lips as we greet at the door
The sound of our sighs and the sound of pillow
Pillow saying hi to the walls and bed again
Home for a long long stay trips later
Kissing long and longer still as the day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 425

Dear Readers,



Your sighs


The soft touch of the feet in camera lens
The toes painted that dark color to match hands
The sound of your sighs as you listen to plans
The breakfast and the cheese grilled on egg toast
The mention of a consumption the next morning
The jeans and belt loops with sweater on top
The sighs of you hearing my voice whisper to you
The feel of my fingers on your calves and ankles
The day's long stairs up and down soothed
The Bits and Iotas we nibble on and smile
Hands you a hot mint tea and kettle chips
Soft morning sounds of sheets fixed on the bed
The shower taken and the clothes picked out
The short ride to the trolley station
Off the hill where the cabin sits and down
The city house cool in the shaded front yard
Waiting for us to swing in the backyard
The sighs of the swish of feet through dew
The sighs as we sit and kiss the day away


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 424

Dear Readers,



Frozen desserts


The colors on a piece of clothe neon sweet
The clothe reminds me of sherbert cold
The ice cream we make is of many flavors
Hand made with our own styles and diets in mind
The spoon full shared and served to the other
The smiles you make when we talk cooking
The giggles and sighs and movements tasty
The seasons change and the new foods expand
The wine in the rack slightly over stuffed
Winter is waning and spring near kisses your ear
Tells you a whisper of belt loops and
Hands you the morning coffee smiles with an idea
Off to the kitchen I go and soon you too
Dessert making again you and me chill
Slide the ice in the bowl and taste the thrill


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.