Poem for her 705

Dear Readers,


A week in Heaven


There are those dreams
The tiny amount of ticks
The last licks of sleep
The journey deep
Places and people and themes
Slices of Heaven
I call them
Times they are awake
The picture gallery
The empty diner
The cabin in the woods
Her face in a photo
Coffee mug in hand
The scope of all
The written words we share
Slices of toast on a plate
We do eat with two plates
Most with one sharing fun
Seven days in a week
So all week in Heaven
Soul of our Soul
Sliced in Heaven
Lived in a Week


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.