Poem for her 854

Dear Readers,


Sunshine and breakfast


She sat there her smile my sunshine
Her laughter at my joke my sunshine

We had planned breakfast this morning
Two days ago as we had to buy stuff

There was the folded together fruit
Splashes of cream cheese and sweets

The eggs we had a bit of from hens
That lived a few homesteads away

The cabin was warm outside was cold
The fireplace alight with old wood

Those trees that were cut for timber
Yet these logs branches not sold

Down the road to town a small mill
I was there often to get craving wood

The art projects were many this year
Breakfast was wonder with my sunshine


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.