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.