Poem for her 674

Dear Readers,


The morning slow

The eggs were on the buttered Toast
The spoon was handy in the jam
There was the other toast
Buttered and ready
The Hot mint tea too
There was going to be coffee
The pot was hot for later
Tea for you and me
The smell fit well with toasted jam
The slow morning of fall
The day slow and cold
The fireplace hot and you too
Smiles at the thought
Warm in your bathrobe
The shower lingering still
Slow dancing to come
The day new
The camera was set out
Next to the coat and gloves
If we go out
Then use it has
If we stay in
I'll draw your hands
Into mine
And rest


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.