The wet air touching cheeks
While shopping most of the day,
Then, the warm touch to hands
Circled round a cocoa mug,
Comforted, consoled the wallet.
The warmth of furry houseshoes touching,
Tired and weary feet,
Sinking soft touch of the back of the chair,
And eyes that closed in sleep.
© By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)