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.