Poem for her 500

Dear Readers,



Red Too

The white sweater
Lace at the shoulder
The white and black stripes
The shirt just so with lace
The face tired and sleepy
The day almost done
The hands in the photo
The video plays
Our words say
Tired sounds
We repeat the lines
Then the waves
The arm held
Soft skin and hands
Rough from travel
Soft kiss
The grilled cheese yummy
The tea hot
The taste of it on your lips
Soft kiss
Hug till bedtime
Long kiss
Cuddle till morning


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.