Poem for her 520

Dear Readers,


Rain and whiskey

The bottle as a gift from your son
The rain cast over head clouds just so
The porch swing swaying in the evening
The mellow feel of the cool drink
The feeling that we'd been here before
The looking back through scrapbooks
The seeing the notes about events
The days gone slowly by spring blooms
The roses still holding to petals
The salad in the fridge chilling
The table ready for a meal if needed
The swing back and forth our hands held
The rain isn't seeming to fall today
The whiskey seems to have brighten the sky
The gift and the glasses we made
The day is soft and quiet sounds of spring
The hours seem to slip by as we swing
The hands held and restful on our porch


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.