Poem for her 540

Dear Readers,


Looking out a window

There you are in a little nest
The cushions around the edges
The feet swaying the swing
The cushions hand painted
The shirt you are wearing tied
Those dyes we had once
Those paints we used colorful
There you are in a little nest
The birds would see you and say
I love you babe
I love you blonde tabby
I love you tie dyed shirt girl
They'd be passing my notes
They'd be reading my poems
They'd be singing our songs


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.