Poem for her 792

Dear Readers,


Bird song


The swing creaks in the gentle breeze
Your legs pulled up under the blanket
Your head resting on the pillow soft
My t-shirt with blonde hair on it
I hold your shoulders and whisper
That bird is saying
I love you
I love you
You giggle and your head moves
The pillow of my belly laughs with you
The T-shirt sighs and whispers
I like blonde hair on me
I smile as I tell you their thoughts
You giggle a bit more
Sighing in the breeze
Under the swing's cover's shade
There in the city backyard
The bird's keep telling you
I love you
I love you
The sun comes up over the trees
Your smile shines on your face
I kiss the top of your head
We swing a bit more as the day warms


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.