Poem for her 578

Dear Readers,


Red for a hue

Red today I asked
Then handed her a rose

The toes were painted
The hue was a clue
That rose was on her toes

I mentioned a Yanni tune
The dancing beat
Was cheery to our feet

The heat outside
Kept us inside
There were those drawings
She did upside down

The blue notebook almost full
Sheets pulled off the shelf
There filled fresh and new

Glasses on the table
Sitting beside a cherry bowl
Filled with Red of a hue


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.