Poem for her 622

Dear Readers,


Lunch break

There on the table the cheese melted
The butter aroma filled the room
The cabin had a scent of pine and wood
The hotel room of fresh linens and butter
The house in town the flowers on the table

There the eggs hot sliding out of pan
Onto top of shrimp and noodles
The bread under that buttered
Toasted and warm on a single Plate
The first in a hotel room grand
The next time In a grand location too
The day served in the cabin a birthday
The night lunch break in town sweet
The first time at the beach house was

So sweet and chilled out that you shed a tear
There that kinda new place
But kinda old
There the seasons didn't change much
The cold winters just a bit mild
The hot summers full of breezes
There the southern ocean always blue
Like your eyes as they look at our hands
Together in the film clip and scrapbook drawing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.