Poem for her 460

Dear Readers,


Parking lot walks


The parking lot was up near a creek bed
We had just ate breakfast and we were there
Thinking of walking off some energy
The red of your shirt was brighter outside
The plants you named and I was amazed at it
The creek likely goes downhill to the river
Under all the tracks near by and splashes
Into more water and travels to the sea
The edges there with wild plants and leaves
A slash of colors in memory held close
The hands you have colored in dark bold
The newest color of nail polish bright
Today as I write this your new color pink
Bubble gum like you say to me as I kiss them
Can't smell the gum, but can taste your skin
That soft smell of the fresh fruit you had
For breakfast and we ate and you smiled
The day remembering the parking lot cool
The day we started another parking lot far
Away down memory lane where I kissed your hands
And saw your eyes sparkle in the winter sun


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.