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Unrequested Hugs, a poem
May 1st, 2017
unrequested hugs, especially when I am body slammed at a full run (she is amost two years old), with pure enthusiasm and mischief, prompted this:
Grandchild who are you
That can make joy spread and vibrate
In each cell that is my body
How do your eyes
The faces you make
Keep me wrapped around your finger
Your marvel at the world
Is wonder and pure emotion
Your smile is healing to my soul
When you hug me all on your own
Right then I am lost in you
And found at the same time
Purely present in that blissful moment
nmk
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