warmth.

I never get a chance to tell you; but you feel warm

warm like a hug in the middle of the pouring rain

warm like Mama's hand-made cookies on Monday

like mid-night lullabies and grandma's blankets

like the sunlight in July

warm, warm, warm

like molten honey

like black coffee and Papa's flannels

and like home.

-JJK, August 9