Yes I Do Still Hug

Poetry will take a backseat now as I return to school Big smile now, happy, happy, joy, joy. As painting took a backseat to poetry, poetry will take a backseat to my children. Bigger smile as I think on their faces, how much taller they will be, a few tanned. The ones who actually ventured outside. I am not saying I won’t be popping a poem on the site every other day, but To keep this frantic vacation pace is not feasible again until next May. I am going back to school! My second most favorite place in the world. In six more days, I can leap out of bed, with pure joy. School is where my friends are. The ones I can touch and smile and hug if I want to. Yes, you are all my friends, certainly. But I cannot hug you. And yes, I do still hug.