SNUGGLE… a poem

woman lying on bed covered with white blanket

Lay here just a little longer, sweetie

It’s cold outside

No need to get out of bed yet

Under these covers we can hide

And who knows what can happen

Well, we both know the answer to that

We’ll snuggle up tight and fall back to sleep

All warm in this cozy little sack

THE SKETCH… a poem

The sketch I drew

From my mind’s eye

Caused me to reminisce

Of days gone by

It was of a boy

Who I’d say was three

A picture of joy

As he swung on the swing

Happy go lucky

As the old saying goes

Not wearing shoes

Dirt on his toes

A gentler time

He’ll never forget

Pushed by his dad

On that old swing set

brown, red, and white metal swing macro photography

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