The Hugger

Oh, here she comes again.

Again.

With arms outstretched like a

Mother hen.

Every greeting she begins

With a robust hug of

A long-lost friend.

 

May have just seen you yesterday, but

Gonna hug you anyway.

Like hungry bears besiege their prey

Defying you to break away.

 

She swoops and smothers as she clings,

And you pray she’ll unclench her wings,

But marvel at the joy she brings

And how the air around her sings.

 

As light as bubbles in the air

Her happiness spreads everywhere.

She’ll give your heart

The fondest tug

Swaddled in a joyous hug.