HUGGING KNEES
It's the little things You remember,As you travel through your life.
Like being called Grandalan,
From an ever loving child.
Or your first kiss from a girl,
Who later becomes your wife.
The taste of your first apple pie,
Lingers on forever I cannot lie.
The warmth of the summer air,
A unknown child hug's your knees.
I'd like to pick them up sometimes,
To give them a hug and squeeze.
If you decide to do just that,
It would be interpreted a different way.
Yet they are to young to understand,
Because all they need is a gentle hug.
In the society that we live today,
If you did that in all innocence.
You would probably be locked away,
Like some horrid pedophile.
So here I stand in a freeze;
With an unknown little child,
Hugging at my knees.
How I wish I could,
Give that unknown child.
comfort;
From a little squeeze.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-05-30 at 00:59
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