Poem for her 452

Dear Readers,



Birthdays


That little slice of cake just a third
That grimy bit of leaf found on the table
That bit of fur lurking in a bank vault
Those odd Planks that I gave you yesterday
Those thing that we chat about that are cool
Pooled into a stack and put up for winter
Those plates you bought that weekend
Tucked into the tote I bought and carry
The red fabric with white lines and yarn X's
The wax dripping off the candle onto bottle
The wine of said bottle enjoyed weeks ago
The tug of a white clothe and the soft kiss
The gurgling of food in a pot on the stove
Ready to gurgle about in us to make a smile
The little soft laugh and giggle of the call
The sound of fingers twined in fingers
The kiss of belly button and then the

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.