Soft
Little warm bodies
curled soft and quiet
around priceless lovies,
under precious beloved blankets.
Soft quiet breathing,
languid mumbling,
rustles of feet and fingers
lost in a land of dreams.
My classroom is gentle,
lit only by the glow
of new falling snow
outside the window.
Soft music soaks into everything.
Slowly,
sleepy eyes
peer out at me from under
soft lashes.
Little yawns and
slow stretches
call to me.
I fluff soft hair,
dress warm bare feet
with socks and shoes,
and cuddle.
Short arms and soft skin
wrap around me.
Waking slowly
they lie loose and
tenderly
on my shoulder,
gazing at softly
blowing snow.
This is my favorite
part of the day:
when everything is
soft.
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