Poem for her 789

Dear Readers,


Slumber in the spring

There she stands looking for a nap
I walk over to her
She curls into me
Like the cat she is
I whisper mews to her
She nods her head
Off to a warm bed we go
Wherever we are
The sheets pulled back
Blankets ready
There the nap flows
The days were long
Then sunshine slants cross the floor
The day slows
The sounds of slumber
The flowers bloom spring
Cuddled in close
Hands on her back
Gentle the day away
There the nap dreams take us
Down slumber lane


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.