The hug


There is no better place to be than my mother’s arms.

It’s perfectly quiet when I want to rest.

It’s the high ground when I want to discover the world.

It’s Holy Ground to keep me safe from evil.

It’s paradise when there’s something to see anywhere around.

It’s the coziest of places when you need to be cuddled.

It’s the beautiful garden where you can dance and twirl around the colorful flowers.

It’s the place of soft and comfy fragrances that make you dream, as if scents of Spring are freed.

It’s the best of hugs… whenever, wherever… forever.