The First Hug
My glorious three -year-old grandson
hugs me as if I am his lifeline.
Pleasing me to my core.
He is the king here.
I am his servant.
We both live for this mighty hug.
I get it almost every weekend,
and yet...
It feels like the first hug, every time.
As his mommy pops him into his car seat
His head slumps forward, and his eyes close.
We played so hard!
We are both exhausted.
But it was so worth it!
When the car clears the driveway
I lie down,
to dream of next weekend.
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