She always wore the softest sweaters
In the hopes that she would be held.

And she was soft.
And she was held.

Her children clung to her so sweetly
Their little doe eyes drifting off to sleep
Arms wrapped around her
Like she was a great big tree

I tell you, she wore the most unbelievable fabrics
Her clothing felt like pink clouds
Like sheep
Like the silkiest river
Like the fuzzy slippers that you wear in the morning to keep from getting cold
Like a giant but gentle polar bear
Like a dream
And she smelled like pine and cedarwood and roses

And as her children ventured off to dreamland
She kissed them each on the forehead
And counted her blessings.

She always wore the softest sweaters
In the hopes that she would be held.

And she was soft.
And she was held.

-Lucy Schwartz

Note: I do not own the photographs included in this post, but I always try to link the photographs to their original source (when I can find it). If you want to find out more about the beautiful images & the photographers you can click on the images.