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.