Poem for her 744

Dear Readers,


Her

Sitting there on a couch
The couch in a house
The house down south
Way down south
There just a bit to my right
She sits there
Calm sorta
Feet moving faster
When I look her way
Say
Hi
Then she smiles and
Goes back to the game
But looks up over the edge
Glasses on
Soft eyes
There looking at the words
Just sent
There
Just read
Warm tea in a cup
Full of warm tea
Poured out of a thermos
Right here by my hand
Poured in hot this morning
Hot like her on the couch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.