Poem for her 902

 The rain

There were puddles merging into small ponds

The yard where the cars parked was flowing

Downhill from the cabin the creek was high

It'd been raining all week

The fireplace had a warm glow to it

You were drawing something

I was making tea

The outside world was just wetter than normal

Then we heard a truck engine

Oh a visitor

Sure enough

The family of five was about to arrive

Library folk from town

Story Time Soon

Get the cameras ready

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.