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.