I want a hug

I want a hug.
There I said it.
Me.

Not a polite-greeting, barely-squeezing hug
I want a two-arms, body-wrapping
“Poor baby” rock-me-in-your-arms hug.
Just because.

I really, really, do.

Napowrimo day 9 – poem prompt. Something that’s hard to say.

also see: Mother’s Grief

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