Poem for her 766

Dear Readers,

222

Minutes in a Phone call
Times I hugged you this week
The number on the clock
You just looked at
There are fresh snow flakes out
222 fell just over there by the swings
We made a snowman with some
Then the flowers arrived
Spring
Look at them blossom
The red ones by the tree
The purple ones on the limbs
There more than 222 of them
Must be thousands
Over there the ones I pick for salads
There the ones in the grass
222 the number seconds till the moon rises
Zenith of the skies as you walk in the light
There on the porch swing
Swinging in the summer breeze
Swish goes your dress
Swish goes the day
Night time to sleep
Rest in my arms

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.