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Daily Comforts

Because adulting can be hard.

By Fiona Teddy-JimohPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
Daily Comforts
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Time is moving fast

So I'll stop and read a book

About other lives.



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I sit here with so much melancholy in my heart.

For the life of me Nancy I don't know why.

It’s not like anything particularly bad is happening but,

Nothing particularly good is happening either.

Is that why I feel this way?

Purr once for yes, twice for no...

Nevertheless, Nancy

There's always tomorrow.


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On Mondays I can have my old keys to tighten my old locks on my old chains that secure my old memories.

On Mondays I can have a new chance to turn over a new leaf and begin a new documentary with a new tone and a new topic.

On Mondays I can still be the same me, with the same job and the same life.

On Mondays I can have or be whatever I want and that's very comforting.



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The air feels cold against my cheeks.

I have my scarf wrapped twice over:

Boots on,

Gloves on,

Tightly buttoned coat and my latte cupped close to my heart.

Somewhere in the distance I can hear cars driving away.

I wonder what plans they have for the day?

And above me -


Like buttermilk soft and gently whipped

Against the sweet-smelling sky.

I can't help but smile,

For today I feel at peace.



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I knew a girl called Wednesday.

She had eyes filled with woe.

Wherever woeful Wednesday went loneliness always followed.

Her hair was black, and her lips were red,

I kissed her once and then she fled,

I called her name: “Wednesday come back!”

She stopped and turned and then she said:

“You’re so very lovely, I know that much,

But in my heart we can never be,

I love another, that much is true...

I can never love you as much as he.”


Wednesday never knew how much those words hurt me

But I'll hang on to that kiss, my bittersweet memory.



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I love chicken, I love cake,

I love biscuits and steak bakes.

I love tortillas, a yummy taste,

With some hummus as the paste.

I love pasta, I love pesto,

I love pittas, And potatoes.

I love croissant, I love pie,

I love ice cream,

Such a dream.

I love salmon, I love herring,

I love cod, I love sardine.

I love salads, and vegetables,

I love fruit, I love stews.

I love food in every way,

Every minute of every day.

When there’s food it lifts my mood,

So welcome flavours - it’s all good.



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On Fridays I’m dreaming

About the upcoming weekend.

The opportunities are exciting

It’s almost too much to comprehend.

Let's see...

Maybe some well-deserved 'me' time,

Or go and see some friends,

I could bake a cake,

Or watch tv,

Take a walk,

Shopping spree?

Maybe get some beauty sleep,

A woodland run and simply be,

I could buy my mates a round of drinks,

And simply skip the forty winks.


Fridays are here for choosing,

A comforting guarantee,

I can be cruising, boozing, or snoozing

…After work, obviously.


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Fiona Teddy-Jimoh

Finding innovative ways to connect creative writing with technology in order to deliver an immersive digital experience.

My name is Fiona Teddy-Jimoh and welcome to my world.

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  • Nessy Writer2 years ago

    Love how this poem takes you on a journey. I can picture it so clearly especially the earlier stanzas.

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