Poem for her 939

May Day

The snow was falling in wet lumps

She looked out of the porch frowning

I mentioned we still had plenty of firewood

Then went to start the fires in the house

Kitchen first

Huge fire place next

Then brought her a hot tea

And the deck of cards

And our blue notebook

And the camera

And a snack

The porch was cool, yet warm enough

The snow kept falling

It was warm in the cabin

That first day of May

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.