Soft was the bunny, pulled from his hat of tricks, <br />and soft were the marshmallows, we used to roast on sticks. <br />Soft was our wedding-gift-comforter, on our bed at night, <br />and soft were the vacation clouds, rolling out of sight. <br />Soft was the mud, through which our first dog did run, <br />and soft were the words my wife Emily spoke, when with our baby she had fun. <br />Soft was our Susie's processional music, to my anxious ears, <br />and softly down the bride's Mother's cheeks, rolled warm soft tears. <br />Soft were my Love's lips sixty years ago, when I first kissed them, <br />and softer still became my heart, the day the angels took up my Em. <br /> <br />(Dec.2012)<br /><br />Bri Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soft-love-relationships-life-soft-things-of-course/
