Hugs and Kisses
by E. Naccarato
What a delight it is to see,
My darling grandchildren run to me.
Their arms around my neck so tight,
Hugging me with all their might.
Their kisses are sometimes sloppy and wet,
But I don’t care, I’m not going to fret!
I’ll take their hugs and kisses anyway,
And cherish their love each and every day.