Poem for her 556

Dear Readers,


Dinner

The meal was set and ready
But the idea was that we'd be
There in the room together
Not having to stop to see
The edges of other things
But if we wanted to do those
We could as we could have dinner at two
Or at three
Or at the times we choose
Those were the bits
The sips
The little snacks of picnics
The dinner for two
A plate shared
Sometimes just at home
Sometimes on the outing
There was always a thought
What to eat so that things slow
Could be taken slow
And things fast
Would be there to last
Dinner isn't the rush
The meal is easy as you and me

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.