Poem for her 451

Dear Readers,


Chips

Set the bag down and hide the flowers
Stir the tea bag in the boiling water
Make a CD stack of favorite songs and
Set the lights to just so and wait

The door opens and in she comes
That white skirt you picked out
The red under the shirt too
The signed scrapbook handy
The click of camera

The smell of her lips
Right before the kiss
Home again and held
The bounce of the feet

Then the long
Long
Long
Years ahead


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.