Poem for her 590

Dear Readers,


Tuesday Nap


The Morning was long and filled
The afternoon a bit filled too
Then there was that lull
Right when you stopped moving
I took your hand
Handed you food
Then sat you down
Then rubbed your calves
About halfway through the plate
You got up
Went to the lounger
The big one that looks like a bed
But room for two
There your eyes closed
And the nap filled your space
Soothing the aches
Rubbing the ankles
Not licking your toes
That'd make you giggle
I eased down beside you
Rubbed your shoulders a bit
Then pulled your head close
Gave you a soft kiss
And we slept


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.