Poem for her 669

Dear Readers,


Purple

The color of the flowers on the table today
The color of the robe hanging on the peg
Just inside the bathroom door
Fine cotton threads of terry clothe
Bought for you from the shop in town
For a special gift it was a Tuesday
Days like that happen a bit more often
They are the special Tuesdays set up
To cheer you with an extra smile
That little treat of sunshine you add
When you walked my way that day
Butterfly of blonde hair and bounce to step
There out of some side door into the air
Full of mirth and fun and soft smile
So Tuesdays which I had often said
...was the day of the week it always was
...when people asked, I thought it cool
So once a while ago gifts of things
Arrived with the line Happy Birthday Babe
Years later like today a Tuesday
The gift sets about and says Purple
The air of freshness with sweet nothings
Held out for you in the flowers on table
And Terry clothe robe hanging warm and dry
Yours for the after bath warmth
There with bits and bangles and boxes
Sitting with bows of other Tuesdays
Always Brand new each step you take

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.