Poem for her 623

Dear Readers,


Music for 1:21:22

She was listening to music when the bird sounded
The mowers had finally stopped
His Prayer had fit the bill to a T
Thank God the sounds had slowed the rumbles
The bird sounded off again
She looked about hunting for what
There wasn't loud birds out today
That old clock?
No the batteries had been killed
Then the sound soft and still bird
The notebook fluttered down from above
The dream ended with a snap
The sounds of the music she was playing going on
There was a note on her chest
It read
Hi
I am a sweet nothing
Come to wake you softly
I like you
I love you
I want you
I need you
You are Awesome


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.