Sometimes all she needs is a hug, because it’s much better than drugs like coffee and cookies, Mc Donald’s and shopping.
Hugs aren’t as addicting, but I’m not preaching.
She counts the days until another sweet embrace, the tenderer-the better.
Sometimes she wears feathers, loves cool weather.
She dances in grace to remind her of that place that holds her sacred prayers and knows her sacred song, because that’s where she feels she belongs.