All I need is a hug, where I can spare all my tears.

Not a cry of sadness,

Or one of glee.

But one of mixed emotions

A Hug from Mother, where such warmness triggers a tear, soon followed my millions.

And when I no longer have tears and done with the hug, I'll walk away with a smile.

For there is no need of words or explanation for the need of a hug.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A simple poem that I wrote after reading a passage of "A Tree Grows in Brookly" by Betty Smith

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