Poem for her 911

 Showers

 

The rain shower outside mirrors the one inside

There it can feel great to have cold water rain down

Outside the water temps can be warmer if the sun is out

Maybe it's cooler when the sun is out

Never know what it will feel like

Just know that it is great

Raining down like spring of chilled mountain glaciers

For when you need garden soil off

Or just to have fun

Showers are for fun

No rain clouds needed

 

Happy Birthday Babe,

 

Charles.

 

 

Poem for her 910

Dear

 

Right  there was the first splash of paint

The canvas was wet

The brushes all set out

She smiled at the colors I had picked

Watched as the sails took shape

The lines she painted were colors of hues unknown

The sails I drew were flowers on stems

Or were they just flapping in the sea breeze up on deck

The Boat took shape and form

Duel painting mode

She this line called Something

Me that sail called wind in the willows

The boat wouldn't be finished today

Or maybe not till a week hence

Yet the pattern was clear

Dear

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.