Poem for her 825

Dear Readers,


Cards by video


The video starts with a laugh
There are her hands
Shuffling cards
The shirt is odd looking
Shifting lines
Many colors
I try to think back
That day
When was the day
Was it a Tuesday?
I hear myself say something
Hear the cards
See the notebook entry
See the hands
The arm I am focused on
There she sits
The cards settle
The video stops
The memory still fresh
Yet it's been a while
Was it last year
Last week
There are video records
Years old
Her still the same


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.