Poem for her 772

Dear Readers,


5:55


The clock read
The doorbell rang
The white coat was shed
The mint tea poured
The day over
The fire going
A vase of flowers
The toast buttered
The eggs mixed and ready
Stove hot
The flavors airborne
Smooth the day away
Fingers on muscles
Lotion on feet
Sit down to eat
Dinner ready
Soon a hot Shower
The sauna too
Off to the warm bed
Slumber soon
Day is free t dawn
Soft cuddles
Softer kisses
Dreams


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.