For a Special Little Lad :)

Dear M

Someone pressed a button today. I am so very happy as this means I get to travel, meet someone new and (hopefully) be loved. I have been sitting here waiting for this big moment for ages, so I hope you don’t mind that I want to let you know how excited I am.

I couldn’t sleep last night, knowing that I would be on my way to you. I’m not a grown up, so I don’t know the way and really don’t know how long it is going to take me to get to you. It may seem like forever, but it really won’t be so if you get a bit worried about this, ask your favourite grown up to email me and I’ll see if I can write again.

I understand that I might remind you of a recent loss. I am a new friend for you. Not to take the place of, but to be an extra friend to try and help make things better. When I get there, I realise I might make you cry a bit when you remember why I’m here. I don’t mind getting wet… well because I am nice like that.

I’m not big. I’m not small. I’m just right. Not better, just slightly different. I’m really open to being your new friend and so hope that you will be mine. In fact I’m looking forward to having a really good cuddle with you. Cuddles are one of the best things in life and I know someone who is really good at very big squishy cuddles, the kind that take your breath away, so I’ve been practising very, very hard.

I think you are never too big for a cuddle – ever! Sometimes people call them hugs, but I know the difference and I hope you do too? When you give a hug you get one in return. Not many people realise that, so you need to tell them, it will make them smile.

I am hopping about a bit now as I’m getting excited again.

Looking forward to meeting you very soon.

Big hug!


#Heartsoup – Howling Leaves

L e a v e s

Stripped from trees
Naked trees
Piles upon piles
Lying on the ground
Like Discarded clothes
Flickering this way and that
Whisked and flattened
Waiting for the call

The wind
hums, whistles, calls and shouts

Rising rising
Bearing up the burden of
Leaves dancing
Dropping, spraying
Staccato swirling taps
Howling Leaves
bemoaning their fate

The dance ends

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