Poem for her 725

Dear Readers,


Doorbell

There was a sound not a bell
Not a knock
Then the Pillow looked up
Rolled over slightly
Pillow is slow to move
Almost as slow as the wall
But the walls were asking
Slowly
Softly
Who is there
The doorbell whispered
I can only tell it's him
The wall out front by porch swing said
Yep
Then the sound again
The whole cabin sighed
The girl jumped up
Ran to the door
Open wide
Smiles and giggles and a long look
The box was small
The bow smiled and said
Hi there sunshine
The girl looked down at the bow and said
Hi there bow of rain
Then boy said to girl
Lots of things filling books and poems and years


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.