Poem for her 586

Dear Readers,



Soft warm blankets

Those things we put on the porch swing
But like on the couch in a folded pile
So that when the cold runs in the door
...The blanket can go on our feet
...As I keep them bare even in winter
...She likes hers in socks unless it's summer
Though the soft blankets are there in summer
Mostly to cover us if a slight chill
That feeling of the AC when shower damp
The blankets change in colors and styles
They have a few friends in a cedar chest
Smelling of wood oils and time long past
The ones form Aunt Sis my Dad's sister
That one from our first rocky mountain picnic
Now the pictures of her in them many
The video tapes of her smiling with book
There is that whole section of sketches
...Of her in them in my art book
That it is summer and hot,
Feel the chill of winter
Just a few days away we hope


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.