Poem for her 485

Dear Readers,


I feel like blah

She said over the phone that day
I told her a few lines of a poem
And that when she got back we'd
Make her a pile of her favorites
The cups of herbal teas and we'd
Take time to massage her feet
Though I am always massaging her
Feet and ankles and such she was
Away from my hands for a while
And the food where was didn't
Fit well into her stresses
The time away from each other
Those days when only a phone
Called all night long zips
The many miles closer for
A time

Time to get her a hot Cup of tea
Take the bags from her car
And power up the hot long shower
Those warm sheets and Pillow
Ready to comfort her soon
Lay her out some fresh fruit
And that music she likes
Then a long long long night
Lots of Tender Loving Care


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.