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.