Poem for her 570

Dear Readers,


Breakfast in bed


Or as this day could be called
Late night supper at 3 am

The day started oddly not to soon after 3 am
There was that slice of wakefulness
The talking and not sleeping as it were
There the night drug on and on
Awake so early and no sleep in sight
That I was not able to touch your side
And help you go back to sleep
Us being in different places made the night longer
...Than each of us could stand
But if we were in the same space

Breakfast in bed

There you wake it is early and still dark out
The night odd that you are awake and I ask
What is up babe, besides you
You say something and I touch your tummy
The sounds under the surface many
Tummy issues have been a bit over the years
Soft soothing touches till your eyes close
The sighs part your lips and then sleep
Sleep a bit wake a bit, sooth you all night
Till the dawn breaks the edges of the sky
The wakeful bit is okay now as it is light
Now to think of what your tummy could eat
I fix it light and easy to serve
Bring you the meal so breakfast in bed


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles.