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.