Poem for her 745

Dear Readers,


Warm Tea

The thermos had the tea from last night
It was still warm
The miracle of metals
Something to help your cold
Ease the soreness help the day
Go easy and warm tea
Brewing some more
To last the day
We might go somewhere
We might not
Tea would be handy
Either way the day flowed
Soft gloves warm on the inside
There the coat hung dry
The wood stacked
The temps turned up
So you will be easy
Dry and cuddled with arms of warmth
With arms of warmth
Cuddled into the day
Into the night

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.