A Child Again

i miss the almost always available arms to fall safely into.
a heart to go home to
and hugs that hold with
a heart that connects.

i miss a leg to hold to
and fingers that tickle
to compose vibrations of exploding laughter.

i miss love to listen to
grooved sides to burrow into;
like a penguine would nestle right into it's father's protective pouch
keeping safe from the cruelty of a long, hard winter.
i don't want to face the winter season alone.

i find myself longing to revert back to being a child.

free and loved.

i miss a voice to come home to
a lap to lay my head
and a hand to stroke my hair
smoothing out all the confused notions, bantering conflicts, and mountain top expectations of that day.

i'll take a well of love to drink from
and promises to overflow from
this worn down mind of mine.