DD (6/11/54 / Darwen England)

No Hug Today?

I thought she was here to stay?
but my baby seems to have gone away.
Now, I suppose I won't get my 'Hug',
maybe tomorrow, won't be so grey?

Woke up to a warm, but empty bed,
dreams of hugs, forced in my head.
My arms are sore, from hugging all night,
you should see my pillow, all squeezed tight.

Waited all day, no door bell rang,
I shouted some bad words, all in slang.
Will now go out, onto the street,
And 'HUG' the first person, I met!

by David Darbyshire

Comments (4)

Dave...awwww...poor squished pillow...Never fear...hugs are not far away... Sweet poem. Hugs, Dee
A worded hug is what I shall give you, so don't be blue. Here it is... ready? HUGHUGHUG...BIG BIG HUG! :)
Dave, don't do that, you might get arrested, and we'd all miss ya! Charming piece. t x
Awwwww...........a group hug coming your way from us all at PH. Love, Fran the Fan xx