Poem for her 652

Dear Readers,


First full day of fall

That season you like with a slice of toast
The roasted marshmellows on our fire
The day started with a single sandwich
Cut corner to corner and you have
Half and I have the best time looking at you
We dine off a single plate a lot
Out of some recipe cooked up
Just there for you
There is this bright light
It shines in your eyes
Even when they are closed
I see it as you sleep
I hear your sounds of slumber
Soft music to my ears
Listening to your heartbeat
As you sing the tune
That we just found
Neither one of us had heard
There in the new play list
At the library in town
Reaping cedars at the cafe
Was the band's name
Odd name
Just invented
Here
Today
For you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.