Poem for her 828

Dear Readers,


Version 2 scrapbook 12


The napkins were of all colors
There was the first one from the diner
Then nine more from the same diner
The diner had changed styles of napkins
We had almost all of them
Then when the owner of the diner saw us
Finding out what we were up to
He changed the napkins that we had
He'd bring out his set for us
They had lace or colors and styles
Each visit would be a new one
Poems on napkins with drawings
I'd write and draw and babe would too
By the time we had a pile
We had gotten to scrapbook 12
Calling it Version 2
We made up a totally napkin collection
Lots from this diner yet others too
We've been doing this since before we met
The days long ago the idea old as rain
The ink and lines full of time
She is still the finest wine

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.