Poem for her 850

Dear Readers,


Thoughts

Soft tugs on those belt loops
Come here babe, let us dance
The rug is warm from the fire
The bed sheets cool to the touch
Off to slumber land later
Deal those cards babe
We have a game to play
Look a hand full of spades
You will win again
The tea is chia blend
Dark and sweet and yummy you say
Butter on a graham cracker
Soft music to tap the toes with
One more year drifting by
The logs smell of apple and cherries
Draw your hands on this napkin for later
Scrap book pages with the pressed flowers
Snap a photo of your smile
Video clip with your giggles
Sounds of the night flowing by

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.