Poem for her 791

Dear Readers,


Paints

The smudge of color on your nose
That photo of a work last year
The one you did last night hung up
There the swing in the drawing stage
Some paints left out from the puzzle
We have yet to get sawed in pieces
We painted the back side too
Make the puzzle a bit harder
The styles are different gives us an edge
There over near the fire place we sit
Warming in the late spring chill
Looking at the living area
Wondering about what to do next
I lean over and whisper
You giggle
The paints put away
The lights turned off
The giggling increases
Only heard over
The splashing water

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.