Poem for her 819

Dear Readers,


Supper


That meal that comes after breakfast
With a pause for travel
Or a stay at brunch
Or maybe no lunch
Just before cardtime snacks
Or just before bedtime crackers
Or maybe it's just a name of a meal
We rarely eat

Super to have you here dear
As I pull out your chair
The plate is empty
The setting bare
Then that smile
The kiss
Meal is served

The days grow warm and food heavy
So supper might not be
Lunch the last meal
The one we eat the heaviest at
Even though it's light food
Supper is just a clock setting
Never used for plated foods
Just a long kiss
Before cards
Or some sip of wine
And a long kiss

Supper could be that long kiss
Just you and me
Long into the evening mist

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.