Poem for her 528

Dear Readers,


Poem slices

The apples were just starting to be ripe
The fruits on the table gathered from the yard
The city house was full of the smells
The season was just getting to slow
Fall just around the corner
You stood there looking at the table
I watched you with older eyes
Than once they were, glasses worn
To see you standing there
I watched you count the fruits
The table filled with love
The joys of gardening and HOME
The cabin in the woods waiting
We'd go back there today
There was harvest there too
The trip would be a bit longer
Than we'd made in a while
We were making a pit stop
These fruits were for another
Then you sighed a bit
And looked at me
I smiled back
Slid the notebook page to you
You giggled as you read
The little poem sweet
Bouncy bright
Mom's day card home made
You slid your hand in mine
We kissed
We left the room


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.