Poem for her 853

Dear Readers,


Tuesday the 3rd of June


The day was like any other
Flowers flowing from her fingers
Every thing she touched bloomed
The wonders of her smile
The shiny light of her gaze
She was awesome sitting
Or standing
Or doing nothing
Just with her eyes closed
Thinking the thoughts
Whichever ones they were
Whenever she thought them
I knew her radiance
I gazed at it often
I thought about it often
Even when she was over there
Further than my touch
Further than my sight line
Over there awesomely made
Awesome just being
Her

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.