Poem for her 964

The Picture

Taken with an old cellphone

Stored on paper

In a blue notebook

With a card attached

That first breath as our lips touched

The first time our fingers touched in a snow covered parking lot

That first car ride together

The first picnic lunch

The crackers with stuff on them

The parking lot plants you named

There the song you danced to on video

Time in the frame

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 963

Shooing stars

The dark skies lay moonless above our heads

The fire pit was quiet 

The night wasn't cold but we had jackets on

Wooden deck chairs that we had built lay empty beside us

Just her and I in the glade

Just uphill a bit from the cabin

Planned those many years ago

To be a star watching place

She laughed as I heard her camera click

Four at once she said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 962

Ice Cream

The bowl was full of cold cream

Mixing it with just a touch of honey

The ice outside was white and cold

The city house had been that way a week

Now to cheer ourselves up

Cookies were still warm from the oven

Summer a few weeks away we hoped

Seeds were being started in the laundry room

Waiting for the warmth of spring

Just around the corner a afternoon snack

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.