Poem for her 870

Dear Readers,


The deck of cards


Underwater they glow
In her hand they fly
Over there on the shelf they sit
Not out today
Yet out today
Over there in a painting
Over there in a blue note book
In a form of wood
There under the table
Missing puzzle pieces
Yet not missing
A neighbor picks on up
We laugh
The last of the pie we hand them
They ask why
We say
Just cause puzzles need extra
And cards like company
Here have some tea
While we show you a new game
Just like that one you saw us play
Out at the park that day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.