A simple life is what I crave,
To round my loves into a fluffy ball and keep them safe,
I liken it to the sweetest chocolate on my tongue,
Savour it slow, and keep them warm.
Protect them fondly, no more tussle,
To feel secure, in a home of rainbow bubbles,
Yet they burst from each year to next,
As I take my now well-trodden steps.
I cannot procure the soft fleecy shawl,
To embrace my angels, make them snug,
All that I seek is a final lift,
Just one, for once, some good to come.