Cuddle
Born and raised in a house
To keep doors wide open
To the guests, known or
Not…
I like it the same way
Slight if not too wide
Let people sneak in…
The guests have a backpack
Filled with Joy in its racks
Even if saddest one
Even the crooked…
My arms are wide open
To cuddle and bear hug.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem