Poem for her 512

Dear Readers,


Summer Cabin

The trees shade the front porch when the sun is just so
The Porch swing can be heard to rattle a bit in the breeze
We want to go outside but the sun is just to hot out
The summer is here and we are painting inside the cool
We will go out when the sun shines just a bit less
When the Painting is dry and the nail done just so
The nail polish is one she picked out it was a new color
At least it looked new, now as it dries it seems like blue
That one she picked a few years ago, we are checking photos
The scrapbook has a lot of them in there, but which date
Was it in the years before the cabin or after the woods
So many pictures so many colors, just the scope of them
Hand painted by me or others, just there on the toes
The photo shows the blue of this bottle and where
The smile is the summer sun will make them shine different
The years and the picks can vary it seems over brands and days
The years span through scrapbook pages and gloss photos
Lines of notes and art work and poems on napkins
There spread out over another summer in the cabin
Kissed by the Awesome babe here reading the lines of color


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.