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.