Poem for her 728

Dear Readers,


That Call


Day was a monday
Time was off work
Phone rang
Cell opened and Talk
Two years ago Today
Before a lot of calls
Before a lot of pauses
Pausing to say
Happy Birthday Babe
To say
X0X0
To say so many things
God only knows when and where
Held his hands through ever
Breakfast red read berries
Mei Fun for fun
This and that
Whispers of sweet nothings
The wings of flower feathers
The still soft voice
Sleep is easy
Touch of fingers
Back soothed
Peace
That Call today
That one 2 years ago
Same Us
Same Home

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.