Poem for her 758

Dear Readers,


Jumping Balloons

The cabin had them
Flowers in the vases
Tied to Balloons
They were in the air
They were on the floor
They popped too
One got close to the fire
We heard a pop of a log
Then seconds later
Pop goes a balloon
It had been sweep up
Drifted into the hearth
There the log pop hit it
Sizzle
Pop
The popcorn went
There in the fire too
The butter smell intense
The snow had fallen
Was still falling
I thought of several things
The balloons
The popcorn
There you were
Jumping balloons over balloons
The camera was set up
Over there
Filming for the scrap book
There will be smiling
You in the white skirt
Me in white shorts
Smells of popcorn drawn on pages
Ummms on film
Sighs all night long


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.