Soft

Soft

I hope I always hold the precious close, with gentle ease

Squint through kid glasses to smell the flowers and thank the bees

I hope I sing lullabies with lavender to calm the riots noise

Bounce my curls out wildly, as we laugh at the boys

I hope my words sew pillows that cushion sharp edges

Generously extend puffy-eyed smiles to the thinnest of wedges

I hope my skin thickens for velvety buoyancy

That I never hesitate to give and embrace love far too easily.

By Laurie B.