...and you

A handwritten letter,
A new year card,
The voice of an old friend,
A childhood party dress,
The smell of home made cookies,
The colour of an unadulterated blue sky
A baby’s babble,
The hugs of happy, happy children,
The warmth of their quilts,
The smell of grandma’s talcum powder
The feel of my pillow
The dogears of my favourite book
The appeal of a blank white page,
And you.
You, dishevelled, sweaty,
tired or fresh from the shower,
Just some of the things that
Tug my heart.
And all the things that i live for.