Warm,
Is mom’s bosom,
As we snuggle to suckle.
Warm,
Are dad’s hugs,
As we run for a cuddle.
Warm,
Are the moments spent,
With siblings you see.
Warm,
Is the embrace
Shared between pals.
Warm,
Are the unspoken words,
With our better half.
Warm,
Is the touch on the fragile skin,
By the grandchild.
Warm,
Are some slices of life,
That never fade.
Photo by Hans Vivek on Unsplash
Wow…
I second Avni’s comment …wow