Poem for her 814

Dear Readers,



Shuffled cards


Sitting there at a table cards in hand
We play a game we invented

The game looks like another
Feels like it too
Yet only played by us two

So there is the score pad
Filled with numbers and lines
The big Heart is her
I'm labeled as me

There the candle burns low
The dawn is just now showing
We'd played all night
We'd been enjoying the free time
Sleep would arrive soon

The weeks of games laced with flowers
Made from dried petals and ribbon
There on the green table clothe
In a vase by the hot mint tea
From fresh mint sprigs

Shuffled cards on the night stand
Pillows fluffed
Hair out of ponytails
Spread on the pillows
Us side by side
Slumbering off the mid summer day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.