Poem for her 450

Dear Readers,


Those long days

When you can't get up because you are down
Down but not sick but just down and tired
Tired of the way things haven't been going
Going the place you thought they could and
And you want to just stay in bed and think
Think of the days that haven't been many
Many things that are not yet as full as
As they could be if only and then the Dream
Dream ends and you roll over to see what
What was just sat down next to you There
There on the bed is a warm body Large
Large and has long hair and a smile
Smile dear the days are going to be long
Long and longer still and filled with things
Things that make us sad and things to wish
Wish for them as the beach house and Sun
Sun that glasses protect the eyes from
From that first butter fly conversation
Conversation to that last cup of Mint Tea
Tea with a splash of hot toddy and a Kiss
Kiss me dear and let me say I love You
You the girl of my soul


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.