Poem for her 533

Dear Readers,


The day

That game you had to play to get points
The over and over and over again then
You wake and it was just a bad dream
You got a fresh mug of hot coffee
And the eggs on buttered toast and a kiss
The dream of the other thing fading fast
The day was about to be over with
When the rain started again and we smiled
Hey we are inside and not out there
I give you a long kiss hand you a pen
Move the notebook closer to you with a smile
The days of those old games of point and click
Gone off to the other side of the clock
They are still memories but softly forgot
Soothing fingers on the knee that smells of mint
The ankle that had a drop of honey licked off it
The night star party set for one without rain
The evening chilled with a glass of wine
Take another look at the scrap book and kiss me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.