Poem for her 756
Dear Readers,
White Skirt
There she twirled in a skirt
It was like that one in May
Yet it was was March
It was a bit cooler
It was a porch
It was in a city down south
Outside where the flowers grew
Over the grass by the garden plots
There with a smile
The feet in what she was wearing
The skirt was filled with brightness
The flowers seemed to notice her
I video taped her
She wanted to hide her face
Though she did stare at me
I stared at her
The camera screen wasn't my focus
I wanted a good shot
So I tried to keep track
We will have to check later
The need to be there
Focus on her more important
Than the sudden snow falling
Happy Birthday Babe,
Charles.
White Skirt
There she twirled in a skirt
It was like that one in May
Yet it was was March
It was a bit cooler
It was a porch
It was in a city down south
Outside where the flowers grew
Over the grass by the garden plots
There with a smile
The feet in what she was wearing
The skirt was filled with brightness
The flowers seemed to notice her
I video taped her
She wanted to hide her face
Though she did stare at me
I stared at her
The camera screen wasn't my focus
I wanted a good shot
So I tried to keep track
We will have to check later
The need to be there
Focus on her more important
Than the sudden snow falling
Happy Birthday Babe,
Charles.
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