Comforts of Life

I was scared of the dark, so I cried.

I grabbed my blankey and sucked my thumb

‘till after the tears subsided.

The next night I feared the dark

of all the things mature people hide

from their children and parents.

But not my dad, he took advantage,

and my blankey and thumb kept me safe

as their friend until I turned eleven.

Then there was Froggie, stuffed on my bed

available for squeezing and comfort

from my step-dad.

My children, soft and sweet,

hugged tight like Froggie in the night,

kept me sane and a reason to live when I wanted to die.

I never regretted bringing them into this world,

though I regretted the relationships

that brought them here.

And then there was Mitch

who brought smiles to my soul.

When his heart failed, he left me alone in this world.

Life lives again,

my children are grown.

Grandkids bring smiles and hugs of their own.

Now Mr. Fine is here,

with a smile of his own.

We talk of the past and the lessons we’ve learned.

The future is bright

with him by my side.

The pain of the past is no longer my guide.

The comfort he brings,

the giggles, the smiles,

are here for a while to walk the long mile.