Poem for her 463

Dear Readers,


Scrap book photos


You sent me one that we got printed that year
Then we bought the camera that wasn't a phone
The pictures were of things and hands and rocks
The streams we walked the paths we strolled
The flowers we picked the shirts we wore and more
Days hardly went by without a photo taken of you
I liked them all and you giggle at the thought
That I have slowly encouraged you to take more
They get a tiny star by them in the books
The scraps of paper drawings and the words taken
The little bits of color of rocks and trees
The new nail polish color of the week shining there
The drawings of lips and hearts and sweet nothings
The recipes and bits of photos of the food eaten
The scrap book photos and the poems slipped in
The giggles only heard on the tapes in the middle
The sounds of your singing and our thoughts on tape
The days growing on and on into a treasure trove


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.