Amidst urgent advocacy, practical and emotional support for us all, when stricken…There’s the snuggle- into -a -woolly -jumper COMFORT. Sugary cake, birthday candles, watching Detectives on telly …reaching out for a “last” choccy. And HUGS.
I used to think signing off a note with “HUGS” was naff. No longer! Being enfolded, is what us children need. THERE’s so much bloody misery around !!!
One reason I’m resilient, I believe is because as a tiny child, I was hugged. Sat on my Father’s scraggy little knees, enfolded by his large hands or on my Mother’s knee; snuggling my head on her billowing breast. Held….
Now I’m 84. My friends and I “enfold” many a wonder and an horror. More and more, I love the bodily comfort of HUGS. D’you agree, dear Readers ?
See ‘Poems to hold on to’ by Diamond Twigg & Sophie Hannah – HERE
Photo acknowledgement: Wonderopolis