Poem for her 558

Dear Readers,


Card in the Hand

Those long walks on tile floors
Trying to pick out the cards
Ones for sick friends, or their cats
Those for him and her on birthdays
Those about a thank you
The fun filled small print
The things they say
Or the big blanks to add to
The colors and the prices Oh My
There the shop racks seem unsorted
The cards my uncle Richard sent
Are the ones I remember most
They were hand made
They had writing all over the place
Cut and pasted pictures
Things that moved
They were never the same
Always surprising
The care of his mind
Made me think
Hey a scrapbook for her and I
Let's put some poems in there
Let me get the card folder
Here you go Babe

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.