Poem for her 457

Dear Readers,


Towels


Red the beep said then grey for part two
The smooth skin touched and held and then
The shirt drawn down the shoulders and
The smile as the flash on the old style took
Your picture again and again as you twirl
The scrapbook was getting old printed pictures
The towel hung on the rod looking at us
The towel thought about how you felt
Inside it's shell sides the same but
The one side touching you always happier
The fact that as the years went by
Both sides loved the feel of your skin
In equal measure and so the fibers sang
The joy of being your towel dry and wet
The day was growing late and you said
Dear lets have a shower and we did
My towel smiled and thought Oh cool
I'll get to touch her too today what fun


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.