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.