Stream of consciousness poem -- part XXVIII

October 23, 2011 – An hour or so later

My son

Is awake

And up

And eager to see

My older

Sister

He runs

Down the stairs

And jumps into her arms

With a hug so big

And so tight

That I wonder

How she

Can breathe

But she

Can breathe

And she hugs him back

Almost as

Tightly

And when

They finish hugging

My son is laughing

My sister is smiling

Her spirit has been

Restored

It is then

That I realize

That I don’t need to describe love

That I can talk

Eloquently

And at length

And nothing will compare

To a hug by

My son

And I

Wonder…