Poem for her 768

Dear Readers,


Sight Unseen

The picture old and sharp
The winter day crisp
There a bit of shaking hands
Nervous at the touch
The kiss of hand
There the thoughts stand
I was known by the hair
Blonde smiling eyes
Tug of belt loops
There the cream color coat
The elevator door revealed
Days long past
Remembered still
Memories held like photo stills
Touch of chin
Sighs heard so soft
Seen when lips part
The taste of mint tea hot
There the softness of clothe
Touch a red yarn candy stripe
Sight unseen
Made my day
Slow soft touch

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.