Poem for her 549

Dear Readers,


Vacation


The small cottage was on a small lake
The was a Pull down Murphy bed on one wall
There were artist tools in cabinets neat
There were books and reading glasses too
There was a screened in porch with swing
She sat there on the swing alone
It was her little retreat she helped design
So things there were her placements
It wasn't like she was alone, but she could
Go and take a vacation there on the lake
Away from the hustle bustle of the world
Car was always handy when she was out here
Even if she might not drive it at all
Further down the road was a cabin
She shared that space but out here alone
The space was used whenever she needed it
Years might go by with only a few visits
Though when she wanted help cleaning it out
I'd be there to lend a broom and dust pan
But this was her place to retreat to rest
The love we share is fuller than any cabin
Fuller than any single state or planet
She has always been my forever Girl


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.