Poem for her 909

 Picnic in the rain

The rain started early

Over in the west

We had planned a picnic

We had a picnic

Under the roof of the porch

Outside

Yet not wet

Over there the pond was filling

The Garden smells full of growth

The cards we played with were special

Could take a little dampness

You liked the stuff we had made the night before

I liked the pudding you had made in the morning

Dry under the roof

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.