Poem for her 605

Dear Readers,


The sunshine


Her smile as she sees me
That bounce to her step as she kisses me
The feel of her fingers in mine
The highlights in her hair
The day when she says something
The drawing on the note paper
The smell of her hair
The sound of her giggle
The sound of her sigh
The tug on belt loops hers and mine
When the call is from her
When the knock on the door is her
When she turns her hands over and says
See the new color

She makes the day brighter
Feeds me with her smile
Helps me have rest
Holds me close
Is the sunshine

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.