Poem for her 820

Dear Readers,


The deck

The deck outside has a table
Several chairs and a swing
The table has a vase of fresh cut flowers
Then there is the decks
Several kinds
Cards
Cards for writing
Cards for playing
Cards to attach to flowers
The card decks might get used more
They are today
We have been playing a while
First a game we invented
Then another game we invented
Yet a 3rd game we invented
We have to score each one different
One gets us high numbers
One low numbers
The another no numbers
The deck has a deck on it
A little model
One of the deck before it was
It is on a shelf made of glass
There next to the window
Looking out onto the deck
By our hands
Of cards

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.