Poem for her 800

Dear Readers,


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Hungry fingers seeking her touch
Sliding in the hand hold sweet
There as we walk down memory lane
Writing soft verses of hands
There in picture frames
There on long walks
There on the camera stills
Hand in hand no end felt
Hungry fingers touching long
Touch the skin and blend in time
Back and belly and side of face
Bloom of flowers mint tea smells
There on morning toast and butter
Gliding crackers of picnic to mouth
The sounds of sunshine rising
The porch swing slow hand in hand
Hungry fingers seeking her touch

Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles,