Red letter

Is this the one she unfolds
holds up
reads apart the words
and places to her heart

fiber no more but feeling
A list of life and all the things that she brings to it
and everything the little things that we miss most of all
from so far to seconds close in your prose

Words with truest meaning gleaming
lighting up the room as angels surround
to read along the song of hearfelt gratitude
for you and life and love and beautiful silly craziness.

The lady in her seventies that I adore is waiting
Can't believe the laziness that we employ.
Listening to sultry records
watching all the games we play
knowing all the answers to what she would do

dancing to the same song
sitting motionless

poring over these words

sleepy eyes tireless

I love with you best