Poem for her 663

Dear Readers,


Sunshine

When you show up
When I hear your voice
When the door opens and you walk in
When I kiss your toes
Then we dance in the morning dew
That day in the snow
Was sunshine at the park
Those new clothes bright on a hanger
And sunshine on you
Slow days this fall
Full of sunshine cause of you
Round the old porch swing we go
Singing in the rain
Sun shining down the trees
Dripping springs of flowers
Seeing you

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.