“In My Arms”

Published October 16, 2011 by Susan Woodward

Come to a room that’s warm and inviting

Enveloped in perpetual sunset– the sun’s blush,

Cuddle a baby in soft, fuzzy jammies

With a sweet smell of spring in his hair.

Warm lips against a petal-soft cheek

Drink in fragrance like nectar,

Tiny laughter mixed with yawns fills a yearning soul.

All too soon this too will fade

Like the blush on the face of the sun,

The child will grow leaving longing arms

Wishing for Springtime again.

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