Poem for her 508

Dear Readers,


There

There she stands hands on hips
The look is not toward me
Thank God
The pose is there nonetheless
And all I want to do is comfort her
Stress is odd when not in me
I know how to handle it in me
I think of her
I see her looking at me and calm
I see her smile in her eyes and calm
I feel her touch
I feel her soul
I see her her as my steady source
I feel her ouch
But this was her at stress
Now the table's turned
Sooth her with a touch
Tell her the love she is
The sooth she is
The soul of my soul
The soft touch of skin ever near
The softness of breath
The nearness of peace
There so near
There

Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.