There is only one lap, now. Still four strong arms to hold two young bodies, But only one lap for sitting As mine grows larger with expanding life.
But we have hugs: Blue hugs—soft with kisses, Red hugs—firm and squeezing, Purple, pink and green hugs.
We always stay in close touch.
And we have smooches and cuddles, Holding hands as planes take off, In tunnels, On bridges. Feeling bodies warmly touching in the night, Tiny feet, Open arms.
At times, the ever giving Always demanded Of our love Exhausts me And I fear I am depleted.
But always I am reminded... read more