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.