Poem for her 785

Dear Readers,


Fridays

Looking over there you sit thinking
Thoughts long and short composed in a smile
Life long ages spent in a look
That giggle you have when I say Hi
The sighs of your lips when I mention..
Belt loops, two toed toads, or turnip and daisy
The grows slow your thoughts still
The fire warms the room you sigh
Suddenly you move stirring from thought
The day isn't an end of our week just a pause
Trips planned yet to go on
Picnic out by that winery over yonder road
Saturday 3 days away yet only the next hours
Sunup yours thoughts still there a son's note
We pack the basket take notes of roads
Travel slow over wet forest paths
Play music a bit loud you sing
Day trip or a night away down thata way
Your thoughts shared the ideas long complex
When the park is in view you look at me
We pull in to rest the day is dim clouds low
Your smile feeds me hunger gone
Food and the picnic basket I forget all
Fed by you and your smile

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.