Poem for her 666

Dear Readers,


Love


That day out for breakfast
The train tracks just a few feet away
Over there the yellow van
Over her a white one
Over there the new car
Over there a see saw
There is a few pictures not taken
A few taken in notebooks
The sounds of future songs
The kisses and hugs and flowers
Texted or written in a notebook
The sound of your voice
In my ear slow and sweet
The sound of slow sizzle of the eggs
As they drift to the table
On the skillet
As I serve us breakfast
Kiss your nose
And your toes

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.