Poem for her 575

Dear Readers,

Lunch

That peanut butter sandwich blackberry filled
Sticky fingers and a wash clothe too
There for you after the long hot mowing
The towels never quite got you dry
So we rotated the fan filling the room with breeze
Sometimes the meal is better after work
Sometimes the nap is better first
Never know the results till after you do
I Picked white cause I was thinking another color
But I knew we didn't have it so white fills in
There is that thing called imagination
And tie dye t-shirt green as summer leaf
Sweet mint tea and a lazy glass of wine
There on the dinner table the flowers for later
To add to dinner's salad and the slice of pear
There is that nibbled on veggie straws
Dust of salt on your finger tips and savor
Your long kiss as we think about what to do next

Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.