Comfort Of Home Poem by heather Shirts

A little child crys out for comfort
she stubbed her toe in the kitchen
I go to her and hold her tight
I kiss her toe even though toes i don't like
she is my little cuddle bug i whisper in her ear
she cuddles just a little closer
she like the closeness now
one day she will get older and hugs she won't allow
for now it is a comfort later it will be a drag
but when she is a mother a comfort it will be again