Chenille Softness

She walked towards almost a grown up girl

Groomed, graceful, and least lost

The child we had sent away

Returned, brimming with new thoughts

As soon as into my arms she then bent

Vanished all grace and shy

And became she my loved child

Seeking warmth therein to lie

New found maturity may not permit her to

Indulge tender moments sought

Yet when ever she can do

On my lap she climbs aloft

Peace descends in our souls as we cherish

Chenille softness so whole

Of cheek to cheek together meshed

No matter how one grows old

~Glowing Embers~

17^th Jan 2004

More Poems By Glowing Embers

Kavitanjali

© All Rights Reserved
Do not copy