11.1.20 Written By © Debi Siboni
How can it be
That no matter how grown I am,
No matter how strong I grew up to be,
How independant
How self sufficient,
How successful,
The thing I long for the most
Is your hug late at night
When you hold me from behind
And let your chin rest
Between my neck and shoulder
As I fall asleep in your arms
Feeling safe, loved and secure.
How can it be,
When I seem to have it all,
That the thing I miss and want
The most in the whole world
Is as simple as this?. .