Poem for her 651

Dear Readers,


Eggs

There were three of them in the fridge
But two more on the counter
There was a smile on your face
You had a potato in your hand
The smile said
Good Morning Love
What's for breakfast with these

So the skillet was used
And then some of this and that
Handing you a Plate
Then a fork
And then your big mug
Coffee was yesterday
Tea today
There the smiles sitting facing
The meal finished

The recipe
Ours and if you others want it too
Well um, Ask her
She is the Birthday Girl
As always in these poems
But she'll just laugh
And say
He invented it on the plate
And I helped the process
By giving him the choices
Ingredients that is

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.