Poem for her 916

 Shower songs

Singing is what she likes to do

The Sunday shower was sudden

Rain pouring off the roof line

The porch slightly misty

The song was something new

We had heard it on the radio

Today I heard it fresh from her to me

The words sweet and clear

The beat nice too

Over there in the garden a much needed wetting

Over here on the porch a dance tune

Hand in hand sway to her singing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.