Poem for her 788

Dear Readers,


Porch Swing


The spring air still chilled in the city
The house warm comfy and still
You sitting outside where I can see you
You turn just so
I see your smile and wave
Even though you might not see me
I get our tea in the big mug
More like a thermos
The flavor one we haven't had in a while
Sweet to the taste even fresh hot
Or still and cold over Ice
There you are hair flowing in the breeze
Watching the birds in the branches
Waiting for us to leave
So they can dine on the cracked corn
The swing has the sun over there south
The blanket you have fresh and warm
We pulled it out of the dryer minutes ago
There you smile in the photo
Taken that day
The giggles ring in our heads

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.