Poem for her 889

Snow on the ground

 

The snow was a thick blanket

So thick we couldn't see much outlined

The garage where the cars were was gone

Just a mound of snow white nothing much

 

She cheered

Snow finally

The year was complete

Almost 

 

The fire was just getting started

We were going to have hot cakes

And tea

And just play cards all day

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.