When a fresh springtime breeze
embraces you — fling your arms
wide open and hug it right back!
hugs
Beary much
There’s nothing like a mama-hug.
The chaos-harmony of life
I swing like a kid
and fall like an adult;
cry tears of gratitude
and pray in smiles;
hug and love, and later
hide under the covers—
wildly and humbly living
from dawn to the stars,
and ever back again